We met when we were 12, dumb introverts in middle school. I was reading a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's classics in the hallway instead of the lunchroom when the scrawny curly-headed boy walked over to me.
"Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream," He quoted the black cat.
"Excuse me?" I grinned, I was instantly attracted to him, not by looks but by intelligence.
"Chris Mercutio." He smiled. I sat in silence staring into his hazel eyes, forgetting how to speak.
"I think you're supposed to say your name now." He chuckled.
"Right, sorry. I'm Stella, Stella Porter." I blushed. "Wait, Mercutio? As in William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, Mercutio."
"I guess." He smiled once more. "You're a bookworm, huh?"
"I guess," I mocked. "Books are fun and adventurous."
"I agree, sadly I do not read as much as I would like. I'm super picky so I'm bad at choosing a book. Maybe you can recommend some books?"
"Maybe I can." I smiled.
Ever since that day we were inseparable, I will never forget the first time he ever witnessed me having an episode. We were halfway through the school year. It had been a while since I met him since I had one, in fact, it was as if he helped me not feel that way.We were in class when I all of a sudden got a massive wave of sadness. Following that I felt like I couldn't breathe, my chest was tight and my head was spinning, I had tried to shove it off but I couldn't. He had stared at me confused. We had gotten so close and told each other everything, except for this, I avoided telling him about this, the real me. He continued to ask if I was okay, every time I replied that I was, I was okay. He knew something wasn't right and it wasn't until we got back to his place when I couldn't keep it in any longer, the pain was starting to bottle up, then I exploded. He never treated me differently, he understood and he always tried to help me. That's when I knew I loved him.
YOU ARE READING
Another Sad Story
Short StoryStella Porter is a twenty-one-year-old who has struggled with mental illness for a while now. After hitting rock bottom she realizes she needs to get help in order to save herself from death and hurting the one she loves. Chris, her boyfriend, is hu...