Connor let out a long sigh as he kicked back on the couch. The fan above him rotated slowly with a repetitive sound that echoed through the empty apartment. His head rested gently on the cushion, the ceiling being more interesting than anything else in his life right now. Even games seemed boring at this point.

He looked to his right, the empty indent in the couch was- shockingly- empty. He let out a listless sigh, memories once again clouding his mind against his better judgment.

Over the last few years, his mind had been turned into a labyrinth. With each new twist and turn, every corridor ached for a time long past. It was melodramatic of him sure, but when people betrayed him, it was worse than any other sort of pain. Physical hits from senshi? Fine. A few knights busting his nuts over menial matters was nothing compared to monotonous loneliness. Work at petsmart had been boring. None of his co-workers were compatriots to say the least; all of them were unsociable and unaligned to his interests to say the least.

This wasn't to say it was without spurts of ingenuity and interest. Occasionally a new game would come out, the hype would ride him into the next day. Sometimes he'd eat an entire crate of ice cream- who would feel bad after that?

But the days were languid. He turned to his fish tank, wiggling downwards on the couch. He'd lost a few in the past year or so- that was to be expected, of course. Fish never stayed alive for very long. He smoothly moved his fingers along the glass, an inch or so away so as to not disturb them. Tapping the glass would upset them after all. They needed a docile environment, less they overwork themselves.

"Ahh, ah. Follow the finger, Pocahontas," he chided, watching the little fish stray from the path. He closed his eyes, listening to the soft bubble of the tank. That was the other strange thing. Connor was so filled with life and noise always. Music blasted from his apartment at all hours- sometimes even when he wasn't home. At first he hadn't noticed it. It crept into his lifestyle, as a bat in the night.

Silence.

The hum of the fish tanks was all that remained now, a bitter reminder of how far he'd fallen. Was this what you called being depressed?

His hand fell from the tank, laying back onto the couch. His cheek felt the soft leather as he sighed once more. "Maybe I should see someone, ah?" he asked his little fish friends. That was what you did after all, right? Therapists and the like ...

He stood from the couch, moving towards his door and picking up his winter coat along the way. The buttons snapped close and he wrapped his scarf tight. It was January, so it was still cold out. "Well ... I'm off." With that, he was gone.