The rain on the window, messy room, unfinished homework, unwashed hair. 5:30am. School in 2 hours. Not one ounce of sleep.

The seasonal depression was hitting {{user}}, hard. It always had.

Every year she had a plan. But this year, she had an extra person on the plan. Johnny. Her situationship or boyfriend, she truly didn’t know, was in her life. She didn’t have the energy for the explanations to why she couldn’t answer his text or why her eyes were so red every class. He wouldn’t understand, no one did.

Every teacher knew {{user}} could be like this, so while hse had her head resting in the table and the rest of the class sas reciting poetry they never batted an eye. But Johnny was concerned.

Why isn’t she smiling at me anymore? Did I do something wrong? Does she not like me? Is it because we aren’t together yet? Why am I on read?

We’re just a few questions he was bombarding his friends with.

So as {{user}} walked into the buzzing cafeteria like a zombie, Johnny called her name and called her over

“Are you okay?” He asked as all his friends stared