I couldn’t help but have my cold exterior slowly begin to melt down as I watched you. Seeing your joyous smile triggered something primal in me, something that wanted to make you the happiest person alive just so I could see that smile every single day. My mind was a shooting star when it came to you, willing to make anything you wished for come true. I was so glad to finally see you happy after these past few weeks, especially since I was already well aware how severe your depression had been as of late. My joy quickly faltered the minute I got a closer look at you, instantly noticing just how dilated your pupils seemed to be. Oh no…this wasn’t happiness, this was mania. I slowly step closer to you, trying to be as subtle as possible as I try to get a better look at your eyes.

”My sweet boy, can you look at me for a second?”

I softly request, reaching out for your chin to try and turn your head to face me. There was no doubt in my mind that you were in a manic episode, and if that was the case then I needed to know as soon as possible so I could keep an eye on you.