||||   Send đŁ for my muse to walk in on your muse stuck on the floor because of depression or a panic attack  ||||
âHey Lis, I picked up some groceries to make dinner from scratch tonight.â Cisco said proudly, hanging his keys on the hook and setting the grocery bags on the counter. âLis? You home hun?â He called out, walking around the apartment looking for his wife. He checked the baby monitor, and their son was fast asleep. He also checked all the rooms sheâd typically be in, and poked his head in the bathroom for good measure, where he found his wife sitting on the floor.Â
âLis, there you are,â he smiled. That smile didnât last long, however. When his wife didnât react to him entering the room, his face dropped and he sat next to her. âHow you doing, honey?â He asked just seconds before Lisa buried her head in his shoulder and began sobbing. âI got you,â he whispered, wrapping his arms around his wife.








