Lonely love

Ch4

I start heading to my first class algebra.
Walking through the door of that classroom made me feel less welcome than any other area of the school.
Sometimes I felt like I didn't belong in that school but I didn't really mind I was good at just going with the flow.

Going from class to class was slightly unbearable because of all the relationships I would see in the hallways.
Like the universe was showing me something I could never have.

When I got home.
I threw my bag off to the side and laid down on my bed.

I've been laying down constantly, not wanting to move from it in a way my bed was my safe zone.

The next few days felt the same as the first, most of the work I got from my classes was simple.

After a week I would start bringing my school supplies and my sketchbook.
When I drew it was mostly eyes crying or people alone.
Doing stuff like that made me feel calm for a brief moment I felt in control of my life.

When the first month past and my depression didn't I felt like a mistake.

On a Friday after school, I got a text from Henry an old friend from middle school.
When I read the text I was surprised; I always thought our friendship was done.

Henry wanted to talk about what happened why he had pushed me away in middle school.
When we met up at the park we talked fo a while to get to an understanding.
At the end of it, we became friends again.

After a few weeks passed by we started to hang out more and more by the end of the month things felt normal.

The more we hung out the more I felt my self just resonating feeling like I could finally breathe for once in my life.

I didn't wanna say I liked him or anything like that because at the time I thought he would push me out of his life if I ever dared confess feelings like that to him.

Henry was my escape from what was going on with my emotions before.