Dewey was sitting in the corner of the bedroom, looking straight ahead blankly.

It was dark in the corner despite the lights illuminating every part of the room. He didn't know why, but he was feeling upset all day. Scratch that, actually, he'd been feeling depressed all day and he doesn't know why.

There wasn't one thing that he could think of that could be the reason for why he felt depressed. Not even for why he felt... Unsteady, if that was the right word to describe it, at that moment.

Maybe it was just one of those days? Who knew, really. He certainly didn't. Dewey hoped it was just one of those days and that it would go away sometime soon.

All day he had gloomy and gruesome thoughts that he never thought he'd be having. They were appearing against his will, and he didn't know how to stop them from coming. He didn't know how to rid his mind of them, either.

He tried his best to not show it. Someone could've picked it up despite his best efforts to hide it, though. If they did pick up that he was off, then he wouldn't be surprised. Somebody was bound to be suspicious and worry about him sooner or later.

If that were to be the case, then it'd most likely be his brothers to know something was wrong. They would go comfort him, whether he wanted it or not.

Right now he wanted to be alone. He wasn't sure why, but he did.

The lights began to flicker a few times. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there. Dewey figured an hour perhaps, although he might have been overestimating. Maybe longer, but he didn't know for sure. He didn't check his phone for the time.

All he knew is that he'd been there for awhile.

Dewey blinked once or twice, he wasn't not sure. He wasn't paying attention to how many times he was blinking. It didn't feel like it mattered, though, keeping count.

He was too lost into his mind for anything.

The room had a chilly atmosphere. He could've sworn he put the heater on, but it didn't seem like that was the case. Maybe it was on and it didn't get the entirety of the room warm, he didn't know.

Dewey didn't care to know right now.

Another tear fell down his face. He wasn't sure when it started, but tears came down his face leaving tear stains on his beak.

His eyes averted to the door as someone opened it. Opening the door made the corner he was in darker and it covered his view of the light on the ceiling.

"Dewey? Are you in here?" A familiar voice asked.

He figures it was Huey who had spoken. He began to stand up, but he accidentally pushed the door closed, giving out his location.

Huey turned around and saw Dewey behind the door. He was correct, though, seeing Huey being right there.

"What are you doing at the corner?" He asked in concern.

He knew something was up all day, and he wanted to check up on Dewey. Huey was the only one who knew something was wrong.

Dewey hesitated, but he answered. "I was doing nothing." He told him while looking at the floor.

"Then why were you sitting there?" Huey questioned, catching his lie.

Yeah no, he caught him there. There's no way he'd get out of this now. He looked at him straight in the eyes. Those calm, patient, concerning eyes that he would forever know and love. Dewey shrugged as he looked back down at the ground.

"I don't know, honestly..." Dewey answered as he sat back down.

Huey sat down next to him and rubbed his back. Dewey sat there, feeling unsure.

"What's wrong, Dewey?" He asked, worried but calmly.

"I've just been feeling depressed all day, and I'm not sure why." Dewey told him. "And I have these horrible thoughts, and I don't know what to do."

Unexpectedly, Huey hugged him and kept him there. The eldest wasn't planning on letting him go any time soon. Dewey hugged back tightly, holding onto him.

He felt like if he didn't, something bad would happen. Very unlikely, but he did so anyways in fear that it could happen.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He quietly asked.

"...I didn't want to worry you or anyone else." He answered, sounding hoarse, surprisingly.

"Well, Dew, I'm worrying now." Huey said, comforting him. "What kind of thoughts, though?"

Dewey didn't answer, feeling hesitant to say anything. He didn't want to tell him about them. Seeing how he wasn't answering, Huey rubbed his back more and hugged him a bit tighter.

Normally, he would tell Huey about his troubles, but he felt that this wasn't something he should hear. Maybe he could handle it, but he didn't want to risk it. He didn't want Huey to know the horrors running through his mind.

"It's fine if you don't want to say. I'm not going to force you." He reassured.

"Thank you..." Dewey whispered.

He rested his head on his shoulder, feeling safe and secure. It was good and important to feel that way, really. After a few minutes, they got up and moved away from the corner.

Dewey's eyes squinted for a bit, as he was there in that part of the room for quite a bit. They walked out of the room, deciding to do something until dinner.

"Hey uh, Hue?" Dewey began.

"Yeah?"

"...Promise me that, you'll never leave me. That you'll stay here with me."

He looked at him for a bit. "...Of course, Dew." He responded as he held his hand.

Huey looked down in confusion. Could be possible that it was part of what he was thinking all day? It looked like he was feeling uncomfortable when he asked, so he wasn't planning on asking again.

What those thoughts were exactly, though, he might never know. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to know.