•Last Hope ~ G

                                    

                                          
I like writing about how I feel, it lets me vent. Srry if u don't like it? 
A lot like "depressed - E" but another POV
Happy one coming soon :) 
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* GRAYSONS POV *
                          
going through the motions. 
                          
Eat.  
                          
Sleep. 
                          
Cry. 
                          
Repeat. 


                          
going through the motions- 
                          
Eat. 
                          
Sleep. 
                          
(Depressed)
                          
Repeat.
                          
Everyday felt like that. Dark places. Somber moods. Alone. 
                          
The only person who understood me was y/n. I hadn't told Ethan - he wouldn't understand. 

                          
Eat (sometimes). 
Sleep (when I can). 
Depressed (constantly). 
Repeat (cyclic).  

                          
Today was especially bad. 
Yesterday, not so much. 
But that had now caught up with me. 
                          
I sit on the sofa, staring. 
Into the abyss of my feelings. 
It wouldn't go away. 
I tried. 
Too many times. 
It's too tiring. 
                          
I felt stuck, glued. I didn't have any energy to do anything. The darkness overwhelmed my body. 
                          
Y/n came home. 
I didn't go to greet her. 
No energy. 
                          
She smiled "hi gray" 
I turn the corner of my lips up - don't want to be rude. 
                          
Her face changes. 
Like a storm. 
                          
"What's wrong" she mutters, kicking her shoes off. 
I ignore - no energy. 
                          
She comes over. - "what's wrong" she says, slight worry in her tone. 
"Grayson please what's wrong" her voice cracks, tears in her eyes - scared. 
                          
"Grayson! Please!" She takes my hands, and I stay, motionless. Sad. Depressed. Done. 
                          
I look at her. 
                          
"You're my last hope y/n" 
                          
"What do you mean" she says, her thumb wiping away my single tear from my cheek. 
                          
"I can't do this anymore - you're my last hope" 
                          
"You can do this. I know you can. You know you can. I won't let you sit here believing you're weak-" 
" - i am" 
                          
"No.
You're not weak. You're hurting. Whether I'm you're last hope or not. You're getting through this". 
                          
i look up, not saying a word - 
                          
"We're getting through this." 

                          
 
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Bad srry.