"I don't get it." Youngjae muttered under his breath, glancing for the hundredth time out the window of the spacious office.
"It's seasonal depression, this winter might be very hard on you especially with school being so tough, you'll come one to two times a week." The boy nods his eyes never matching hers.
"I feel like I'm constantly on the edge of a breakdown... My breath is always caught in the back of my throat." He explains, silently praying he's not crazy. "And how about when it storms?"
"I want to die."
