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note: do not comment anything about how i'm slamming depression, read the chapter, read the author's note at the end, and if you still have a problem with it you can comment about it. i did not mean to be insensitive during this chapter.

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their whole relationship was strange. that's what they had decided. they had known each other for three months now, and they only grew closer as the days went on.

they talked a lot, and they pretended that their lives were perfect, because that's how it felt when they were with each other.

michael was happy, and so was charlotte, and that was all that mattered.

but, there was always that voice at the back of their heads, reminding them of the harsh reality that was their lives.

and they never ignored it, they talked to each other about it, and that's exactly what they had found themselves doing in michael's apartment on a saturday night.

just talking, and that was okay, because that's what they liked to do.

"it's so weird," charlotte muttered.

"what?" michael asked. they were on the couch, michael sitting down, and charlotte's head in his lap, that was a position they liked to be in.

"we didn't know each other like two months ago, and now it seems like we were meant to end up together," charlotte laughed. michael nodded and ran a hand through charlotte's dark auburn hair.

"yeah, stuff like that happens sometimes, you kind of have to embrace it," michael shrugged. charlotte heaved out a sigh and tilted her head up so she was looking straight at michael.

"can you tell me about your past?" charlotte asked quietly.

"why?" michael's eyebrows knitted together and charlotte shrugged.

"you seem to have this close off part of you," charlotte reasoned.

"fine, but only if you tell me about yours after," michael argued.

"okay," charlotte rolled her eyes and waited for michael to begin.

"okay, so when i was like really young my dad worked at some kind of law firm, but he never seemed happy with his job, i don't know, i didn't know what was going on because i was like five, but then he lost his job, which made my house a very tense place. my mom and dad would constantly be at each other, yelling and screaming at half past midnight, i guess my dad just couldn't take it anymore. well, anyway, after he, uh, left, my mom got nasty. like really nasty, and she would be on me about everything and she would snap at me constantly and we went in for family counseling, because we had lost my dad and things didn't really change until the therapist noticed that i was acting a little strange. my mom assured her that it was nothing but then my mom started noticing it when i was around like thirteen she had me checked out and i was diagnosed with severe depression, and i guess they weren't wrong. i was having suicidal thoughts and at that point, well, i wasn't making the best decisions. i went to therapy but it was never a friend to me, i attempted suicide when i was sixteen so they put me in rehab for a year and i gess i came out feeling a lot better. i still went to therapy for a year afterward, but-" michael paused and looked charlotte in the eyes, then quickly looking away, "i'm okay now," he muttered. charlotte looked at him, speechless and narrowed her eyes at him.

"it's weird."

"you always say that," michael joked. charlotte hit him lightly and breathed out a laugh.

"every person has some kind of back story that you're not able to tell by just talking to them, you like have to get to really know them," charlotte sighed.

"it's your turn, cupcake," michael changed the subject. charlotte rolled her eyes at him and sat up. michael didn't like the loss of contact, but he shut up for charlotte's sake.

"you already know most of it, but there's one thing we have in common," charlotte ran a hand through her red hair and pursed her lips. michael was afraid to hear what she had to say.

what if she had attempted too? she was too pretty to be that sad, she was too perfect to be that sad-

"i was diagnosed with depression when i was fifteen, but i got over it quickly. i took the pills they gave me, i went through the therapy, and i wasn't severly depressed, but it wasn't mild. i guess the feeling of being neglected got to me, my parents never changed anything, i didn't expect them to. but there's always that voice reminding me about what i was, what i used to be, and it kind of sucks," charlotte shrugged.

"it's over now though," michael smiled.

"yeah, and i think i've found something that'll keep me happy," charlotte smirked at michael and climbed over to him so she was sitting on his lap. 

"and what is that?" michael asked, a smile toying at his lips.

"i don't know, maybe the idiot i'm sitting on," charlotte remarked which caused michael to roll his eyes.

"i hate you," he muttered.

"i don't think you do," charlotte giggled.

"prove it," michael raised his eyebrow.

"i bet if i kiss you, you'll kiss back," she smirked.

"i don't know-" michael was cut off when charlotte placed her lips on michael's quickly, he didn't kiss back at first, but he knew he couldn't resist and finally gave in.

they were happy, and it was nice to be happy.

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so, throughout this chapter it might've sounded like i was being a little insensitive towards those of you who are depressed, or know someone who is dealing with depression. i did not mean to, if that's the case. the opinions expressed in this chapter are those of the characters, not mine, my opinion is a little different, so please don't get offended. there are so many people in the world, and everybody has different backgrounds and opinions, but they won't always match yours. this note applies to the rest of the book as well, there will be some sensitive topics discussed, and i just wanted you guys to know this.

on that note ilyasm

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xoxoxo mary elizabeth]