ZACH
It's been about a week since Corbyn has contacted me.
I don't wanna text him first because I don't wanna seem clingy already.
But anyway today has been rough.
My mind has been racing all day, and I don't have the energy to do anything.
I feel awful.
I guess that comes with being depressed.
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I have been in my room the whole weekend, I haven't spoken to anyone and I've rarely eaten.
I have been taking my medication but at this point I don't believe it's working anymore.
Ding
My phone just went off.
I raced over to my phone that was on my desk just Incase it might be Corbs.
And guess what?
It was.
He asked if he could take me out tonight.
I immediately respond 'of course'
He told me he would pick me up in an hour and a half.
I quickly stripped off my clothing and hopped in the shower and did my shower routine.
Afterwards I brushed my teeth and blow dried my hair and styled it into the usual mushroom mess.
As I was grabbing my phone and keychain I heard a knock on the door.
When I opened it there stood Corbyn with a small bouquet of daisies.
Enjoy :)
Sorry the chapters are so short sksksks.
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