Demetrius had fallen into a rather deep depression after he was left. His eyes dulled he could no longer smile he was lost. After awhile he realized he was alone forever. He was no longer the fun loving outgoing man he was. He changed he became a depressed suicidal unloving. He was in hopes that she would come back and hold him till everything was ok but she didn't...he lost his light and his hope. After a year he had been in the hospital more than twice that year he tried drowning and slicing his wrists but it was always the same. After that he was put under watch all sharp and dangerous items had to be hidden from him he was a mess.
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What We Aim To Be
Non-FictionThis story takes place with a young boy who is later identified as Demetrius Floe
