despondency ; setosolace

despondency

"How are you today, Brice?"

"I'm alright, I guess."

The two sat by sat on a hillside that was near Brice's house. The sun was close to setting, the stars that were beginning to show were sparkling, dazzling together as if in a show. Brice's eyes shifted down to the grass, playing with it.

"Grass—it's green." The blond murmured, "And the sky looks pink today—like your blush on a cold December morning."

Seto smiled, running his hand through Brice's tangled, messy hair, "I guess it is."

"And," he replied, "the clouds looked faded and gray, like the smoke from a fire. It's pretty, it's really pretty."

"Mm," Seto nodded.

"I'm lucky to have you," the blond looked up, "out of the billions and billions of people on earth you're here, and I'm thankful for that."

"I'm happy you're here too, Brice." Seto murmured, the breeze picking up.

***

Brice stepped into the house and took off his shoes at the door. His mother looked angry, her face bright red and flushed. Her arms were crossed, and the wrinkles on her forehead increased. Brice's soft, pale blue eyes looked up to see this. He knew this expression very well. It was anger—his mother was angry at him for something.

"Where have you been?" She questioned.

"I was with Seto," Brice released an exasperated sigh, not in the mood to talk to her.

"It's late. How come you couldn't talk to 'Seto' in your room?"

"My room?" Brice perked up. "He can't come over into my room, he has a life too."

Her gaze softened as she shook her head.

Disappointment.

"Your appointment tomorrow is at 9:30 with Dr. Dahlberg, wake up early this time."

Brice nodded and headed up the stairs and into his room.

***

Quiet.

The room was quiet as Brice waited for Dr. Dahlberg to step in.

Dr. Dahlberg was someone he visited frequently for his "condition." It was strange. He was a big man with curly hair, a scruffy beard, and glasses that were sometimes replaced with sunglasses that also doubled as eyepatches. He wore an amulet that was bright golden and purple. He was a nice guy, generally.

"Hello, Brice," the psychiatrist greeted as he stepped into the room and shut the door. The blond peeked up from his phone and shoved it into his pocket. He wasn't allowed to have a phone with him, but Dr. Dahlberg allowed it.

"Hello," Brice nodded. His eyes followed Dr. Dahlberg as he went to take a seat in the big chair that was across from him. It felt like an interview with the "professionalism" of the place.

"Would you like some candy?"

Brice went silent, thinking, "...lollipop, please."

"You can never be too old for a lollipop," Dr. Dahlberg smiled as he handed the blond a small lollipop. Cherry flavored—Brice liked cherry.