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Chapter Sixty-One: Love You To Death

Chapter Sixty-One: Love You To Death

I made myself cry writing this, is that sad? It does get happier, though. Promise!

Mark

Ellie was still out cold, despite that it was already half ten and she was usually up around nine. I decided to head downstairs and get her some breakfast, as I knew that she would be hungry. I bumped into Sean and Luna on their way down, and we both went toward the bar together.

"Where's Ellie? Still unconscious?" Sean asked, grabbing an apple and a bottle of orange juice.

"Yeah," I confirmed. "Always happens when she drinks a lot."

"Ah," he responded. "Well, Luna and myself were just gonna go walk around Boston for a little while until the panel, is that alright?"

"As long as you're back for around half eleven, it should be fine," I told him, grabbing two muffins and two cups of coffee.

"Y'sure you can manage that, Mr. Iplier?" Luna questioned, rubbing her tired eyes.

"Don't underestimate my strength," I joked, smiling at her. "Have fun exploring, you two."

"We shall," Sean chuckled, eyes widening in shock for a moment when his girlfriend jumped on his back and pointed towards the exit.

"To Narnia!" She exclaimed, causing Sean to go straight towards the exit with a mischievous smile on his face. I smiled slightly before turning away and heading back to our room, where I saw Ellie curled up in a fetus position.

"You awake?" I asked quietly, causing her to nod her head.

"Yes, I am," she grumbled, her voice slightly bitter, almost as if something had just pissed her off really badly. Probably the hangover.

"I got you a muffin and some coffee," I said softly, presenting it to her. She lifted her head properly now and smiled slightly before reaching out and taking them both.

"Thank you," she responded, instantly beginning to nibble on the muffin. "Head hurts like a bitch." Ellie complained, placing a hand to her skull.

"I'd give you some painkillers but you need to take these," I muttered sadly, passing her the antidepressants she was prescribed to take daily.

She frowned at the bottle. "Can I not skip a day?"

"You don't wanna mess up your schedule, do you?" I questioned. "Besides, you aren't going to be able to see June for a little while. I don't want to see you sad, Ellie."

Her somewhat angry expression softened slightly and she sighed. "Alright, fine," She decided, knocking back two of the pills with some coffee. "Yuck. I fucking hate taking tablets - they always get stuck in my throat."

"It's worth it though, isn't it?" I asked.

"I guess so," Ellie murmured. "I mean, sometimes I just.. I just wish I didn't have to be like this, you know? Forced to take pills to balance the fucking chemicals in my brain; it's bullshit. How messed is my brain for me to have to take pills to sort it out? It'd be so much easier to just end-"

"Don't say what I think you're going to say, please," I begged her, shaking my head. I reached out to touch her hair and she caught my wrist and pushed it away.

"You don't understand, Mark," Ellie sighed in exasperation. "I'm trying to tell you how I feel yet it all just gets caught up in this big jumble of words and then I feel like crying and I honestly feel like I just gotta end it to feel alright, and-"