"Teen Help Service at your service. What can we help you with today?"
"Dude. It's me, Amy."
"Oh. Hi."
"Does anyone else call here, anyways?"
"Sometimes..."
"I really doubt it."
"Well some do."
"And talk about what... Drugs?"
"Um... Not always," Kyle answers. "Sometimes drugs, sometimes pregnancy tests and relationship problems... Stuff like that, stress and school, teachers, exams..."
"Okay. Anyone like me?"
He pauses.
"No. No one like you. No one ever like you."
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melancholia ✔︎
Short Storyall i need is a reason to live. a reason to keep living in this hell you call life. because melancholia is just too hard to control all alone.
