You spent the first three days wondering how the hell you were going to talk to Thomas. You played out scenarios in your head and layed on your bed, pondering the many reasons for Thomas's depression. The real question was, is he really depressed? You almost knew he was, so close to certainty that you would write fanfictions of how he overcame his depression.
Its not a funny matter, not even remotely amusing. You just wanted to help him.
Beep-beep beep-beep
You grabbed your phone from the floor and checked your messages. You never got texts, you weren't exactly the most popular...
Your heart skipped a beat. It was him. Thomas.
