You had been dating for a while, and it hadn't been long since she came out of the closet.

The problem now was you.

You had your mother's bipolar traits...but you decided not to get a diagnosis and refuse to have the illness. You thought it was just a phase.

It wasn't. It got worse.

Ellie didn't know what to do now, she just kept believing it was nothing until you were okay...but she was getting more worried every day, seeing you getting worse...she didn't want to admit that her girlfriend was sick.

your symptoms just got worse...the depression, the outbursts, the bluntness on your mind, you seemed careless...even lifeless.

Now - you were with her on the bed, just chilling, and you started to get really quiet, not talking and not getting up...She became worried, thinking it might be another mood swing.

"Hey girl? What the fuck is wrong with you? You're too fucking quiet."