Honey, Love Me One More Time
“He’s been silently watching over you every day.”
Not feeling up to discussing it further, Estelle anxiously asked, “Sir, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
“Henry suffers from depression, just as you used to do. So I’m wondering what patients with depression would do if they were extremely desperate.”
Mr. Mysterious fell into silence.
“Sir?”
“They would try every means to commit suicide,” Mr. Mysterious said in a low voice after a few seconds. “They might take sleeping pills, walk to the middle of the road, or do something else to end their painful life as soon as possible.”
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