ethan dolan imagines

hear me out

this is a little different than what i usually post. things have been going on with my friends so i kinda made this to let everyone know. so i requested this:)
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this is my take on a growing problem with young teens...well pretty much everyone.
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i may not be 100% accurate with this, but i just wanted to say my side of this problem that shouldn't be a normal thing.

Your POV
ethan came to my house with a good smile on his face, he went to me and hugged me. "hi," he says.

"hey what's up?" i always ask being his best friend. i always make sure that he's feeling good and happy everyday. it's good to tell a friend how there day has been.

"nothing much actually," his smile slowly faded but he kept it still. i smile back and put my hands in my pocket. "did you want to do anything today?"

"yeah...sure," ethan says with a small smile. something hit me, struck me in the heart. something is wrong.

but i follow ethan and we decide to walk together, just a simple walk around.

we discussed small things, and we laughed. ethan jumped around embarrassing himself in front of people and i laughed really hard.

sadly depression isn't discriminated, meaning that people can disguise it with fake happiness, which makes it hard for someone to know if someone is truly depressed. there could be someone that you may hangout with, that seems happy, when really that person is really down.

ethan and i shared snapchats playing with the filters and ethan made the funniest of faces.

i laughed along with him, but it just doesn't feel right. something feels different about him.

we found a small open area, flowers rest around the meadow, no one inhabited in the area. ethan and i decide to relax, stay silent just staring at the sky.

then i hear ethan speak. "can i say something?"

"of course," i answer.

"you are the only person i discussed this to," he admits then grabs a hold on my hand.

when you feel down, always talk to someone you trust and that'll listen to you. there is a person in your life that cares about you and will listen to you. you are not alone. trust me, i'll listen to you myself.

i look at him in the eyes and allowed him to speak. he seems scared to say it, he looks down and wiped his eyes, then a pang of hurt hits my chest.

don't be afraid to speak to someone about this because you are a human and you should be allowed to let out your feelings. holding it in only makes it worst and makes you feel alone.

"it's hard to say it, just don't tell anyone ok?" ethan says squeezing my hand tighter asking me for 100% trust, and i do so. "okay ethan you can tell me," i say.

ethan's eyes were shiny as glass, his lips were shaking, his hands were shaking, and then his breathing hitched. his mouth parted like he was gonna say something. but instead he closed it and swallowed down his throat, letting out a throaty groan.

i witness this person, who i thought was okay, about ready to break into pieces. he's like a broken vase; shattered yet attempted to be clued back together, but the glue is not strong enough to hold the vase in place. he's held it together too long, too long to handle the stress. "i...UGH!" and then he broke.