I stared at him with a blank expression, waiting for him to tell me his story like he said he would,
"You see, I don't have a story, I'm just... depressed. I don't remember anything that may have happened before i got the concushion." Gabe looked down.
"It doesn't matter how you became depressed, i was just curious... besides, i'm gunna try to help you." I replied pointedly
"How the hell can you help me when you sit there depressed! In the 3 years i've known you, I have never seen you happy! so tell me! How the hell do u expect to help me huh?" His angery reply felt like he stabbed me in the gut and the burn of tears stung behind my eyes.
"If only you knew, Gabe..." I got out of my chair, slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked out of the room.
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