Not so Imaginary

• Haven't I Given Enough? •

• Part 5
Warning!!: mentions of toxic friendships, depression and anxiety

Three months later

Time really does fly by without any sort of warning. Specially when they spent time with an imaginary friend that they were now quite fond of.
Both of them silently agreed to not speak about their horny thoughts again. Mostly because they were both embarrassed and had no idea on how to act.

With each passing day, Marysol and Kylo grew closer. It came to the point we're they would wait for the other to appear. They got used to each other's company, talking about various topics, comforting each other and showing each other items from their homes.

Marysol was only able to show things like their cute erasers while Kylo was able to show his lightsaber which made Marysol want try it out.
Obviously Kylo refused and said "I'll let you use one if you ever get proper training" they agreed to his conditions but that would probably never happen.

Today he only appeared in the early morning, saying that he was going to be busy and probably unable to talk much. He seemed to notice how Marysol wasn't as lively as usual but he preferred not to dwell on it since they have made it clear they didn't want to talk about it.
While he was out getting things done, Marysol was still at home. Doing nothing. Stuck in bed.

It was one of those days, days were you felt like your body was being held down by an invisible force. Days were you wanted to cry but nothing came out and when it did, it stung.
With a sigh, Marysol got up from bed wiping away stray tears. They sat on the edge of the bed, hair messy and bags under their eyes from lack of sleep.
Muchi placed her head on her humans thighs trying to bring them any sort of comfort.

Marysol petted her soft fur, not even petting a dog made sense today. They got up and managed to at least get a drink of water, after that they brushed their teeth and managed to brush their hair a bit.

Looking at the door Marysol decided to go outside. They had gotten a new cushioned bench so at least they would have something comfortable to sit on. Marysol let Muchi explore around the house as they sat on the bench looking at the view.

The warm breeze brought a bit of comfort but not enough. Bringing their knees to their chest, a few tears were able to fall down their cheeks. Wiping them away, Marysol hated themselves for letting something from the past bother them so much.

'It's been years, I should be over it... why can't I just let the past die?'

Their thoughts echoed through their mind. Remembering how someone close to them, someone they saw as a best friend treated them. Marysol never saw the red flags, they just thought that it was how friendships worked.

Marysol remembered the time they were in their seventh grade classroom. The day wasn't the best and they ended up having an anxiety attack. The teacher did her best to help and asked their friend to take them to the office to call their parents.

They expected their best friend to ask what was wrong, to hug them and to at least act like the best friend they met so many years ago.

But that's not what happened, all their expectations, love and admiration was shattered when seven simple words left the girls lips.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Instead of helping it made it worse. It fed the fire that was consuming them from the inside. There was no sarcasm to their tone, no sympathy, no love, it was brutal and no emotion.

'What is wrong with me?' Those simple words would haunt them for years to come. No matter how much time passed, the mental scars were still there.