It all started with your lovesick depression. Yes, you were lovesick. You never had someone to cuddle with, someone to talk with, and someone to hold hands with, nope. The only person that you wanted to do those things with didn’t think of you that way.
And his name is Arthur Kirkland.
You and Arthur have been best friends since freshman year, and now you were both juniors. Or soon to be, anyways; it was summer at the moment.
Back to the reason why you are lying in bed
Two weeks since you had stopped texting him every day.
Two weeks since your skin had started to grow paler.
Two weeks since you started to wear baggier clothes than usual.
Two weeks since your voice softened and you didn’t speak as much.
Two weeks since a certain Dane had been worried sick about you. And the list could go on.
Matthias honestly didn’t know what to do. What had caused you to change? Did something happen? He didn’t know. And it was killing him.
Ever since two weeks ago, your behavior had changed. Instead of being the loud, laughable, fun person that you always were, you had started talking less, and always seemed to think before you said anything, which was far from being the I-always-say-what-comes-to-mind-first-with-no-regrets _____.
Then, you had spent part of the day with your best friend. Stupidly, though, she was too busy skyping her friends and having fun with them to notice your depressed state. After she left, you messaged one of your other best friends on facebook. They only told you that a family member of theirs died, and then said they had to go. So here you were, listening to the radio, and lying on your b