Imagine....
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You sat back in your seat, a look of a sadness most likely setting on your face.
Your parents just left from their daily visit with you, leaving you yet again feeling as though they could care less about you and your mental health.
Hell, you're looking as messed up as this ginger over here, just looking around the room with dismay painted on his face.
A slightly smile. But one of disbelief.
Clearly meaning he didn't want to be here. But then again, who does?
"Hey. You okay man?"
The gingers eyes met yours, showing a sad, blue color, his eyes widening slightly from your sudden voice.
"Oh.... ummm yeah. I... no."
His gaze landed on the table, probably feeling the same way you are. Or probably worse from the look of things.
"I'm sorry. But... if it helps, I know. Trust me, I know."
He looked up at you with that same look on his face, seeing that maybe it'll be easier here now with a friend.
It'll certainly help you you thought.
