Comments... | Pha x Yo {ON HOLD}

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Kit's Point Of View
    I tapped on Ming's hand, letting him know that I was getting up. He removed his arms from around me and I walked into the kitchen.
    I saw Yo sitting on the counter, shirtless, and Pha kissing his chest. Yo looked up and saw me. I looked away and waited for them to stop.
   Pha got up and looked at me. Yo put his shirt back on and got off of the counter, hiding behind Pha.
    "Pha, your friends come here and eat. Why the kitchen?" I asked. "Don't you know who Beam is?"
    "It's our house, our rules." He told me and walked out of the kitchen, Yo following.
    I stayed as far away from the counter as I could and got an orange. I sat back down next to Ming and fed him a few and ate the rest.
The movie finished, so we put on another movie and ordered pizza. It arrived in 38 minutes, so we got it free. Everyone dug in, except for me. My depression just hit me.
    I rolled up my sleeves, looked at the sad and shameful scars, and began to scratch them. Not because they itches, but because I wanted to replace this emotional pain with physical pain. My depression comes and goes as it likes throughout the day. There isn't really one day where I go without getting hit. When it does hit me, it'll hit until I fall asleep. And if I can't sleep it'll drag onto the next day.
    Ming grabbed my hand, stopping me from both scratching my scars and getting lost in my thoughts. I looked at him and he looked at me. He could tell that it had hit me, so he hugged me.
    Everyone looked at us, but we didn't care.
    "Kit, you should really go to the hospital before it gets that bad again." He said, already knowing my history with depression.
    "What's wrong?" Yo asked, knowing nothing.
    Pha and Ming knew what was wrong. Pha looked at me and nodded, agreeing with Ming. I sighed. I tried putting this off for as long as I could. I guess I can't hold it off any longer.
I stood up, sighed, and shook my head. I didn't have the energy to fight back right now. I just wanted to sleep and go numb to what I was feeling.
"No." I told them in a low pitched tone.
Ming grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I looked at him and I could tell that he cared for me by just the way he always looked at me.
    Ming walked me out of the house and we got in the car. It was silent on the way home. Ming looked agitated on the way home.
    When we arrived, he got out and walked inside. Then I was 100% convinced that he was angry. I sighed. He was probably angry that I won't go to the hospital nor get any help or therapy.
    I sat in the car for about ten minutes, not thinking or doing anything. Just breathing. I then heard the door fly open. Ming ran towards the car. He hopped in the car and sighed in relief.
    "Ming?" I said.
    "I thought something happened to you. Look at your phone. Look at the time!" He told me.
    I did as told. I had many many texts and missed calls from him. I then noticed that I was in the car for an hour.
    "Sorry." I told him.
    He put his hand on my thigh. "I love you."
    He got out of the car and I followed. We went into the kitchen and started dinner.