Michael had been quiet since the bathroom incident, leaving me a lot of time to think. We'd watch TV together in complete silence, we went to bed without speaking to one another, he in his bed, and I on the couch. He'd stopped questioning why I refused to leave his house. He'd also stopped threatening to call the police. I'd occasionally get a small smile from him, but other than that he kept quiet. It concerned me when he wouldn't speak for days on end, or when he refused to leave the house for even a minute to check his mail, but I stayed with him. When he called in sick I did to, and just stayed there to help him feel better. I knew I wasn't doing much, but I was keeping him alive, and that's what mattered to me.
It was one day, about two weeks after I'd started staying with him that he asked me out. It was nothing grand, but it meant a lot just the same
"Hey, CJ?" He called from the kitchen. I rushed to him, hoping he wasn't hurt. He was leaning very casually against the counter with a cold slice of pizza in his hand.
"Is everything okay?" I asked softly. Michael gave a weak smile and approached me, cupping my face in his cold hand
"Why do you take care of me?" He asked lightly.
"Well, I care about you, Mike. I want to make sure your okay and somewhat healthy" I said, giving a warm smile. His cheeks heated up a bit and he got closer to me.
"I, um, I appreciate it" he whispered, his pizza scented breath washed over my face.
"Its not a problem mike. O just wish I could do more" I frowned. Michael eased the creases in my forehead and leaned closer yet.
"Don't be sad" with that he closed the distance between us and pressed his soft cold lips to mine. It was a simple kiss, but one I knew I'd remember for a lifetime. He still tasted of pizza, and smelled of cologne and metal, probably his bandages. My stomach ached for him, and all I could hear was our breathing. It was as if Michael wasn't sad or depressed. Like he didn't harm his skin or want to stop his heart beat. It was surreal and sublime and completely full of bliss. I hoped that feeling could last forever.
When he pulled away, he smiled a genuine and beautoful smile that seemed to light up the room. His eyes crincled and his teeth shone.
"We should date."
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Depression(Michael clifford)
AcakBook two of the disorder series X depression [dih-presh-uh n] Noun 1. Psychiatry. a condition of general emotional dejection and withdrawal; sadness greater and more prolonged than that warranted by any objective reason. X Definitions
