Clouds To Mask The Ground {J.H.S}

~~~9~~~

When we were 21 you seemed to go between being happy and being sad. I noticed that when you were happy your pupils were dilated and when you were sad they were normal.

One night you stayed over at my place. You were sad.

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"Hobie?" I asked.

"Yeah?" you responded, keeping your eyes on the TV.

"Were you telling the truth about not taking drugs?" I asked. You looked down at me as I laid on your chest.

"Why are you still on this?" you asked.

"Because I'm worried! Don't think I don't notice," I said sitting up to look at you.

"No, I'm not on drugs," you said redirecting your attention on the TV.

I sighed and excused myself to my room to change.

I got into my room and noticed your bag. Open.

I glanced over at it to see what was inside without touching it. I knew it was wrong to even look in the first place. It showed that I didn't trust you, but I was desperate for answers.

On top was a pill bottle.

My shaking hands went to pick it up.

They were antidepressants.

I quickly dropped the bottle.

That would explain everything.

I hadn't changed my clothes, but I went back out and laid back on your chest.

"You didn't change," you pointed out.

"I know," I said as I buried my head in your shirt.

"Is something wrong?" you asked.

"Oh, hobie, everything is wrong," I said, shaking my head as my face still stayed buried in your shirt.

"Why is everything wrong?" you asked.

"I hate that you're so sad," I said.

"I'm not sad," you said, letting out a chuckle to try and convince me.

I wasn't convinced.

"Then, why did you have antidepressants in your bag?" I asked looking up at him.

"Did you go through my bag?" you asked, clearly annoyed.

"No. Your bag was open and I saw the pill bottle. It was on the top." You didn't believe my story at first until he seemed to remember something. You buried your face in your hands.

You explained everything.

Why didn't you ever tell me?