"Are you okay?" Dom asked putting his arm around Patrick as they walk back to the Parking lot.
The sun is slowly setting and it was starting to get dark. Patrick felt heavy, he felt the sadness gnawing on him.
"I'm fine Dom. I don't wanna talk about." Patrick said trying to be as stable as he can because all he wants to do right now is to sit down and be alone.
The whole trip back home took forever for Patrick. As soon as he got into his room he went straight to his bed.
Agustin didn't press too much and just left Patrick by himself, trying not to annoy him even more and make things worse than it already is.
Ofcourse, as a friend, he does not like this Patrick at all. He can see what it's doing to him physically and emotionally.
Patrick might've kept denying the fact that he's depressed but the way he's working so hard and distracting himself a lot tells Agustin otherwise.
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Patrick woke up and felt the bright beams of sunlight on his face. He got up and walked to the toilet.
He opened the door and felt the cold tiles below his feet. He walked past the mirror and stopped after seeing a glimpse of himself.
He leaned closer and touched his cheeks. They're thinner that's for sure. His cheekbones are more expressed and the skull in his forehead are more pronounced.
He always thought that being thinner would be the best thing ever. But now looking at himself he feels weak and tired. He's craving but not hungry.
A frown replaced his empty expression and hopped in the shower.
A couple of seconds in he heard a knock by the door so he turned the shower off.
"What is it?" He shouted and wiped his face using his palms.
"Patty your moms on the phone!" He heard Agustin on the other side.
"I'll be out in a minute tell her I'm in the shower." He said.
"Ok!"
Patrick turned the shower back on and can't help but think of what might his mother would like to talk about.
Does she know about what happened? She probably does.
Is it about family? He doesn't know.
After a while he finally finished and changed his clothes to go to work.
He came out of his room and saw Agustin eating breakfast, by the table.
"Goodmorning." Patrick greeted and went straight to the coffee machine and poured some in a cup.
"Did she tell you what she wants to talk about?" Patrick asked and sits on a chair.
"No, just call her." Agustin said and finished his cereal.
Patrick nods and picked his phone out from his pocket and called her mom.
A few rings later and she finally answers cheering Patrick up a little hearing that familiar voice.
"Patrick?" She doesn't have that happy tone whenever they spoke on the phone which made Patrick nervous.
"Hello, mom?"
"Are you okay? I've heard about you and Kevin." Patrick sighed.
"Yeah it's fine. He's moving on...and uh... Me too." He said and started biting his nails.
YOU ARE READING
Look Past Me.
FanfictionWhat my version would be of Patrick and Kevin's unfinished story.