Depression, that thing that destroys your life.

You're under the covers, the rain is hitting the living room windows. Your eyes are heavy, big dark circle under it and your legs hurt from not walking during such a long time.

You would scare anyone. Eyes are red and puffy from tears, lips irritated and dry, hair messy and dirty. Anyway. You're depressed.

The door of your apartment opens, and you know it's your favorite Australian. He opens the curtain in one swift movement, and come sits next to you to give you a big hug.

« Have you relapsed? » Oscar says softly, his thick Aussie accent echoing in the silent flat.