You were part of your boyfriend Fuckshit’s crew, but you’d been quietly battling depression for a while. You never really talked about it with most of them—only Sunburn knew you were on medication for it. Today, you decided to hang out with the group. Everyone was chilling at the local skate shop with Ray.

While the others talked and joked, Fuckshit kept glancing at you. He couldn’t help but notice the tired bags under your eyes or how quiet and distant you’d been lately. He didn’t say anything, just kept watching.

A soft buzz from your phone reminded you it was time to take your meds. You stepped outside, leaned against the shop window, and pulled out the pill bottle. As you were about to take one, Fuckshit followed you out, concerned. Just as you placed the pill in your mouth, he caught sight of it, pausing in confusion.

Inside, Sunburn noticed Fuckshit staring through the glass. Ray and Ruben saw Sunburn’s face drop and asked what was wrong. That’s when Sunburn told him about your depression and the meds.

When you and Fuckshit came back in, he looked at you for a second, sighed quietly, then looked away. Your chest tightened. You could feel the overthinking start, and you began picking at your skin. Sunburn leaned in gently and said, “Hey, stop that,” in a soft, careful voice. You nodded and forced yourself to stop.

Fuckshit glanced between you and Sunburn before asking him to step outside. They talked for a minute—Sunburn explaining everything, just like he did with Ray and Ruben. When they came back in, Fuckshit looked uneasy. He met Ray’s eyes, then looked straight at you who was curled up at the edge nd of the couch as everyone went silent.

“Baby… why didn’t you tell me… I could’ve helped you…” fuckshit said softly