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dejected. ****😌😌****

-- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse" I heard the master talking to the institution's doctor, Andrew in a low tone. Lately, I've been having blackouts after a mission. On days like this, it gets difficult to get any sleep and I have to be bedridden for two hours or more depending on how grave my nightmare is. "You know I'm trying my best here but it's like her mind shuts down to protect itself from damage. You'll have to let her stop doing jobs for a while if you don't want to lose her".

She sat next to me. The wind blew. The oak tree swayed. --- That night, I called Matthew. He answered on the second ring. "Damon." "Matthew." "You sound different." "I am different." "Different how." "I am tired. Not the kind of tired that goes away after a good night's sleep. The kind that sits in your bones." "That is called depression." "I am not depressed." "You are forty three years old. Your company is trying to push you out. Your sons are still figuring out if they want you in their lives. You are dating a nineteen year old. You are depressed."

You're not planning to be his side chick, are you? Evan cut in. "Leaving you at the altar was my mistake. But love is love—I never loved you. Eight years or eighty, it won't change. "If the money's not enough, I'll add another hundred grand. Call it compensation for what I did to you." They talked over me. Like I wasn't even there. Then Evan pulled out his phone, tapped a few times—and froze. "You deleted me?" *** I didn't get why he was freaking out.

She would keep going into severe depression since Deuta’s death. “The small hole his glabella keeps coming back,” she would often say. The anti-depressants she took would make her restless, often leading her into never-ending yelling sprees. In those moments she would tell the entire world what household chores Nisim and I could have learnt doing better in the time we spent with our individual pursuits. Nisim and I would remain quiet, often trying to find something to do, like doing the dishes or dusting the living room.

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doctor said "now she is ok but if this depression continues her body is too weak to accept it then it may become dangerous for her life" we dont know what to say what the hell she did wrong everytime she has to face problems why god also not showing mercy on her then doctor said "you people can go inside and see her" we went inside to see her we are broken by seeing her face it became pale everyone envy of her beauty but now all her charms gone due to one person she became pale like a dead body why god why

After a long shower, I found myself standing outside Alex’s door. I knew this was my chance. I knocked. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer. I was about to turn away when the door finally creaked open. Alex stood there, shirtless. My throat went dry. He was dressed in only jeans as his upper body was naked to my greedy eyes. He looked… exhausted. Like he had just gotten back from handling the mess with my father. His usual cool demeanor was stripped away, leaving something raw and worn beneath it.

"I'm taking it day by day. Some are better than others." Alex nodded, his expression softening. "You've lost a lot of weight." It wasn't a question, so I didn't bother denying it. "I know. I'm trying to eat more." "Is it just stress, or...?" He left the question hanging. "The doctors call it situational depression," I admitted, turning to face him fully. "I'm on a waiting list for counseling, but apparently, 'my mate forgot I exist' isn't a standard case study in human psychology." I attempted a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.