The air outside was harshly crisp against my fair skin. My footsteps matched my mothers as we strolled in verbal silence, only listening to the sound of our shoes hitting the cobbled path.
"Sounds good, doesn't it?" My mum murmered, attempting to sound jolly.
I shrugged my shoulders and sighed, grabbing the car door handle and yanking at it to submit myself to warmth.
We sat in the car seats, and I reclined mine to allow some form of peace for the short drive home. I reached over to turn on the radio, and soft tunes and melodies seeped from the speakers.
The journey home was painfully awkward, as though we had recieved some tragic news, yet we were supposed to be over the moon. The medication was my last hope, and the only thing that would truly assist me when my boyfriend was not around to distract me from myself.
I wanted nothing more than to see him at that very moment in time.
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I talk to my therapist about you
De TodoA teen girl had been battling a severe fight with the demon of depression for several years, with her strong protective partner to push her to succeed. But when she acts upon destructive thoughts, will he still be promising unconditional love?
