She heeded her sister's advice.
She went to see a therapist.
"There's no way I'll have depression."
She told herself.
No way.
She sat down in the room alone with the therapist.
Her sister waited outside.
"What was it that brings you here?" The therapist asked.
"To check if I really got depression." She answered.
The therapist carried on and asked her questions.
Few hours later, she walked out of the room with puffy eyes.
"How was it? Are you okay?" Her sister asked in concern.
She nodded her head.
That was all she did.
"Wait here. I'll pay for the consult fee." Her sister went to the counter.
"I'll accompany you to the therapist to get you checked." Her sister offered.
"But I don't have the money, sis." She said, reminding her sis that she's only an intern.
"Okay, I'll pay for it. But you must go, okay?"
She started crying without knowing what's wrong.
Tears just kept streaming down her cheeks.
Is that even something to be touched?
To the extent of crying?
She sat down on the sofa.
"You have depression, but no worries. It can be cured. Don't give up because of him, alright?"
Yeah.
I'll get better, right?
I'll get better even without you, right?
He's always on her mind.
Even though he left.
She cried at the thought of it.
"Let's go." Her sister came over and handed her a tissue to wipe off her tears.
She wiped off her tears and they both make their way home.
She sat down on her chair again once they reached home.
She took out her diary.
The diary she kept ever since he left.
She started writing everything down ever since that day.
"I can't text you to tell you about my day."
"But I'll write them down, even if you won't get to read it. Or even answer to it."
