My Wish *the entire story changed lol if you read this before it's different*

Chapter 9 *updated*

Hey friends! Before I start this chapter, I just wanna say that this is a flashback to middle school- highschool. This fic has a lot of shit in it but idk, this chapter is going to talk a lot about depression and all that junk. See ya!
There was something about Neil that Eva gravitated towards. Something about his corny jokes and loud voice, or his odd hobbies and interests. Something about his energy, the way you would feel it when he walked into a room. Positive energy just jilting through your veins. Eva didn't have that energy. She was quiet, calm, and (she thought at least) stereotypical. Sometimes, she would feel such negative emotions build up in her that she'd burst. There were times she did it in front of her family, old friends, but when she did it in front of Neil it was the worst. Once, they we're having an unproductive study session going on and she started to get spammed with emails from teachers. She felt herself crumbling under the stress, and she just started crying in front of him. He looked shocked to say the least.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked her
"It's nothing, let's just keep studying."
"Seriously Eves, what's going on."
She talked to him about school and the pressure of doing everything perfectly so she could get into a good college, and he listened. At the end of her long rant, he hugged her.
"You can talk to me whenever, okay?" he flashed a smile at her.
"Yeah... thanks," She weakly smiled back in response.
A year later, her parents were contacted after she had a breakdown in class. After that, she was diagnosed with depression. She never mentioned it to him, suspecting that he had troubles at home and not wanting to sound whiny. They stayed friends.
She loved his energy because after a while you feel similarly upbeat and happy. She'd laugh and joke with him about the stupidest things, and he'd laugh with her.
Over time that energy died down, but slowly. He no longer was hyper and loud, though he still had his moments. Instead, he was tired and quiet. Not that he was shy, but that he stopped talking as much. Soon the energy she fed off of was gone. A facade brought to its end.