One month later

One month later.

There’s a knock on my door, which startles me. I wearily drag myself off the couch and trudge to answer it. I never realized how tired depression can make a person because my legs feel like they’re made of concrete, even as a five-hundred-pound gorilla sits on my shoulders. Opening the door, I lean against it as Jeon holds up a pizza, a worried expression on her face.

“Hey girlfriend. You look bad. Have you been eating?”

“Yes,” I say shortly, standing back to let her in.

“Sure you are,” she responds, waltzing in. Her brown eyes scan my apartment.

“You bought a TV,” she asks incredulously.

I shrug. “So what?”

“You hate TV, Eva. You’re so anti-technology that you wouldn’t even watch the TV at my place. But what do you have on?”

She walks over to my couch, pushing my pillow and blanket out of the way, and grabs my remote before pushing the green “Info” button.

“Friends and Lovers. Interesting. I had no idea you were into stuff like this.”

I sigh and sit down heavily next