Toronto based XO affiliate DROPXLIFE (@DROPXLIFE) returns with another one of his chilled out instrumentals along with the passage below:

“And so, she flipped the pages of her notepad back to the cover, clipped her pen to its ringed hinge, and slowly rose from her seat beside me. She looked at me intently but didn’t say a word. Instead, a stilted smile stretched across her quivering lips that ended in a slight grimace. She turned away quickly, hoping that I didn’t catch it and paced out of the room.
I watched her leave. I wanted to say something — anything — but I couldn’t. I was paralyzed. All I could do was think. And all I could think was, ‘Please Cheryl, don’t leave me alone in here. Not with my own thoughts.'”