Media think I'm still at the Avalon getting treatment like nothing happened.
They twist it around and never bother asking for the truth. 
And now- they drag Nate down, too. This PR stunt. This fake relationship with Mila Giovanni. The way the industry uses him, all to make a buck. This whole Mila thing has gotten way out of hand. It's gotten the best of me. Watching her all over Nate all the time. Him kissing her and all over her as well. Sometimes, he even smells like perfume when he comes home. He thinks no one notices when he takes a shower right away, but I notice.
For all I know.... they are sleeping together. I don't bother asking. I can't handle thinking about that.
So, I listen to Jonah voice his concern to Trisha, but she plays the part too, doesn't she? She downplays it, covers for Nate, and gets him through another day. 
"He's fine. He's had to do this before. He knows what he's doing."
"He comes back here exhausted every night, yet he still pushes himself downstairs in the gym. He barely says two words to anyone, he-"
"He's playing the part, Jonah. This is what he does. He doesn't have a choice."
I hear Nate and James both come up, so the conversation ends. I stay out here on the balcony.
"Are we not getting dressed at all today, Miss Moretti?" James sits down next to me and nudges me a little to try to cheer me up.
"Nope. Not today." I get up and leave to be in another room, hearing him sigh behind me. What's the point of getting dressed now? It's 6 pm. I didn't have a therapy session today. I didn't do anything today.
*****
*Nate*
"Speaking of depressed." Trisha says out of nowhere when Julia walks by. Julia is running out of places to hide where there aren't any people. James went out to the balcony, so she hightailed it out of there, everyone else is in the main living space so she went to my room where she is now, sitting on one of the chairs looking out the window. I'm too tired to fight tonight so I say nothing and go take my shower. 
I think we're all giving up on each other. 
Once out of the shower, I can hear talking in my room. Is that... Paul? Trying to talk to Julia?
"What's going on, Moretti." The conversation seems to be one sided or Julia is shrugging because I don't hear her voice. "You're in a funk. You need to get out of it."
"Yep." Julia's one-word responses are all you get from her lately. I think me and James broke her. She hasn't been herself in a while now.
"Did you stop taking your meds?"
"Nope."
Why would Paul ask that? Did she?? That would explain a lot right now. I dry myself off and get dressed all while listening in to the conversation.
"You know that shit with Mila is fake." Nothing. "You've been faking shit too."
"What?"
"I can tell. You're either not taking your meds or you're not eating. Something is up." Paul grumbles.
"Paul, you don't know what you're talking about." I hear the door slam as Julia tries to find another room to hide in. I open the door to find Paul sitting on one of the chairs near the window. He shakes his head at me. He has a soft spot for Julia. This is getting to him.
"You three need to figure your shit out. Something's not right with her." 
"Paul. I'm tired. It's been a long day. I'm not figuring any shit out tonight." I head to the kitchen and decide on a bowl of cereal for dinner.