You suffered from depression your whole life. But when you met Pete, things changed. You felt better and decided not to tell him about your past struggles. Although depression never really goes away completely, it ebbs and flows, and sometimes gets worse.

On that day, you called in sick and stayed home while Pete was at work. In the evening, you heard the front door open, followed by Pete laughing at something Matt had said. He had probably brought Matt over to watch football.

“Darlin’, I’m home!”

You didn’t respond…couldn’t.

Matt looked at Pete.

“Is she home?” He asked.

Pete shrugged and smiled.

“Probably just taking a nap.”

He took off his shoes and headed towards the bedroom. As he walked past the bathroom, however, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar. He knocked gently on the door.

“Darlin’?”

There was no response.

He opened the door and saw you lying on the bathroom floor, barely conscious, with pills scattered around you.

Pete murmured under his breath, ‘Fuck…’

He quickly walked in, knelt down next to you and gently scooped you up in his arms. Matt appeared in the doorway and froze at the sight. Pete looked up at him.

“Call an ambulance…”