The six stages of grief

Depression

Nicklaus,

I write this to you as I lay in bed. That's all I've done since Tyler left. It's all I've felt like doing. He's come over a couple times since, making sure I've eaten.

I know he cares about my health. But j honestly don't. I just want to be with you. I can't stop crying, and haven't changed clothes in a week.

I'm not sure what time it is, or even what day of the week, but I know that Tyler's here again, and he brought Alex with him. He busted in here, pulling me from our bed. He insisted i take a shower and get dressed, that we were going out and that I needed fresh air. I tried to argue, but I failed almost immediately.

I never understood why you and Tyler were friends. You were polar opposites. While Tyler would like to go to dinner and then skating for a date, you would take me to a convenient store to get candy and we'd go home to see a movie from the comfort of the couch. You both were so different but you both were wonderful friends all the same.

And now, as he forced me to go with him and Alex to get dinner and see a movie, he reminded me more of you than ever.

I enjoyed myself that night for the first time in a while.

Ray