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Like a spirit, Nathaniel drifts through the days, he eats, he sleeps, he works.
He has to take pills for depression. 1 a day. They help a little.
He works a lot. It helps distract from the pain.
He works on the comic book. It’s gone downhill lately - the writing’s bad.
He takes a pill.
He works in school. He still fails science.
He takes a pill.
He works at the art club. There’s a glaring emptiness that everyone can feel.
He takes a pill.
Slowly, he just stops. He gives up. He knows Marc wouldn’t want this. He would want Nathaniel to keep going.
Without Marc, Nathaniel just feels so lost .
Well, Marc can’t want anything anymore.
Nathaniel can. He wants Marc. And there’s only one way to be with him.
Today, Nathaniel takes a whole handful.