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[ACT XVI]: [Good Mourning]

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[Trevor POV]

I'm really surprised Winter cared enough to come over. But, a part of me doesn't feel right. Something about this feels wrong. I don't know what it is though.

We had breakfast, we talked, I kept crying, and she kept trying to comfort me. It's been just that, for about an hour and a half now. We ended up watching TV for awhile. I didn't want to keep acting like this, because I know Winter was trying to calm me down.

I sat on the couch, and she had her arm around me, playing with my hair. I feel better than I did earlier, but the same dead feeling that I had is still there. Thank god she wasn't dumb enough to tell me to "Try not to think about it." or something.

Fast forward about 30 more minutes later, and she's resting her head on my shoulder. Now, I'm trying to figure out if we're a thing right now. I feel guilty, because my best friend died last night, and now I'm here thinking about this girl.

Is it really my fault though?

"Trevor." Winter said, really quietly. Winter always speaks as if she's not sure if she wants anyone to hear what she has to say or not. It's almost as if she thinks some one else is in here.

I looked up at her, waiting to see what she had to say.

"So like, I know how you're feeling right now," she said. "I know getting over a death isn't the easiest thing in the world. But, I wanted to ask you something."

"Um, okay?" I said.

"Are you, or have you been depressed at all?"

It's one of those yes or no questions where it seems kind of weird to actually give a "yes" or "no" answer. So, I just nodded, kinda showing that I was a bit ashamed.

"Have you spoke to anyone about it?"

This is reminding of me when you go to the doctor, and they ask your parents to leave because they're about to ask you extremely awkward questions. Like "Are you sexually active?" or "Have you ever done drugs?" or "Have you ever stolen a giraffe out a zoo?". Stuff like that. Usually depression and suicide questions come up. I usually don't want to deal with them going overboard, trying to fix mental problems. It's useless trying to heal a permanent scar. The damage is already done, nothing can be fixed. So why waste your time?

But, I felt safer speaking to Winter about it.

"Not really. I can't really speak to my mother about things. I'm scared to. Her reactions only make things worse. I also never had friends to talk about it with. Well, I had Matthew, but.."

Depressed again. That fast. Winter quickly tried to turn the conversation to a different direction. "Well, you should consider telling the social worker. You see-"

"No thanks." I interrupted. "Good suggestion, but speaking to someone I've only just met won't work. How could they possibly help? Not to be mean or anything."

"No, no, it's fine." Winter said. I love her voice. "I totally understand that, trust me. I just wanted to know."

Then, she rolled up her sleeves. My heart skips a beat when I saw she was covered with scars. It wasn't like 3 or 4 either. These were literally EVERYWHERE.

"Oh my god.."

"I deal with depression too, here's how I deal with it." she said. "I'm not encouraging you to do this, I just wanted you to know that you aren't alone. You should definitely speak to some one. I can't stand to see you like this. If you don't want to speak about what bothers you, that's fine. Just know you have someone to talk to."

I started tearing up a little, hopefully she can't tell, because I always have my head down.

"Um, I'm sorry for annoying you about this. I just really, really care about you. I'll, you know, back off a little-" she began to say.

"No, no, don't worry about it!" I said. She smiled.

"Okay."

"Thanks, Winter." I said. "I really appreciate it, you're awesome."

"Of course." She said, smiling. She has a smile that could brighten an entire room, and I love it. "So will you speak to the counselor?"

"I'll think about it." I said.

I really don't want to, but I will think about it. That's the least I could do, since she did so much for me.

"Winter?"

She looked at me again. "Hm?"

"Don't tell anyone about this okay?"

"Of course." She said winking.

OH MY GOD.

"Okay." I said. "Thanks again."

"Can I see your room?" she asked.

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I showed her to my room. For once, it wasn't messy, so this was perfect timing I guess. I sat down on my bed.

"Yup, here's my room." I said. "Sorry, it's a little boring."

She giggled a bit. "It's okay! Mine is too."

Then, she at in my lap, and wrapped her arms around me. Is this real life?

She looked at me, smiling. "So, tell me a little more about yourself."

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Got another quick chapter out guys. I wanted to show more of Trevor and Winter's relationship. What did you think? What do you think'll happen between them?

Do you think Trevor will get over Matthew?

What do you think will happen next? What do you want to see happen?

Thanks for reading guys. Until next time. -K.T