you are deeply depressed due to trauma and other shit, and everyone in school knows that, EVERYONE knows, you haven’t smiled for months and you cried over nothing so easily. You struggled to just get up from bed every morning. You just got to school and you were standing by your locker, when the guy who has his locker next to yours, come up to you. It was Elliott. He was popular, smart, an art kid, but the sweetest and funniest boy in your class. Yet you don’t know anything about him not even his name

—“Hey.. morning how was the volleyball game yesterday?”

he said and smiled, knowing you wouldn’t smile back