*Skully's POV*

Letting the gathering tears in my eyes fall, I took off my fedora, and held it against my chest for a minute before placing it on my sidetable. Sitting on the bed, I sobbed into my hands, and whimpered like a sad puppy in distress.

The tears always came at night. On particularly difficult days, they put me to sleep. Crying used to be something I did a lot. The Bros would always ask why I cried myself to sleep. I've always hated talking about it, though. They all respected it. However, they would always make me feel better, and I appreciated it greatly. But the one thing I wanted was someone I could pour my feelings and emotions onto. To cure my loneliness and sadness. I'd feel much better.

As I sat on my bed and cried, I could hear something fall over outside of the apartment, as well as a growl. I picked up my head, and began to panic. Quickly and with the least amount of noise, I pulled off my top and my shoes, and cowered under the covers.

"It's alright," I whispered to myself. "You know that if you stay quiet, they can't find you. Just go to sleep, and they'll go away."

Staying near-silent, I continued to cry. Another moment where I wished I had someone to comfort me. Before I knew it, I cried myself into a rough, dreamless sleep.