Even
I'm depressed. It's just that. I'm depressed. Ever since that night when I ran out the hotel room and I was naked... Yeah, that's probably the worst I've been in a long time.
I miss Isak. I miss his smile with his teeth. I miss the way he pulled on my hair. I miss our sarcasm and role play. I miss him. I know, and I quote, He '- doesn't understand shit right now-' but I have this little ray of hope in me that has been covered in depressed blankets. I know that he probably is over me by now since it has been about a week, but I just... yeah, I honestly don't know. I'm just sitting here (actually, I'm laying here with blankets overlapping blankets over lapping blankets) hoping for something to happen, anything.
I look over at my phone and close my eyes. Someone is calling me. I don't see who it is. It just rings and rings. It finally shuts off and silence takes over the room. I hope with every molecule in me that it wasn't Isak. I pick up my phone. It was Isak.
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You Are Not Alone///Evak
FanfictionA love story about Isak and Even saving each other right back. (Summary of episode 9, season 3) Triggers include thought of suicide and feelings of exclusion.
