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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, some places, locales, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead; actual business names or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 March Crest
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This was written using nonlinear narrative so scenes may not be in chronological order.
The story as a whole contains a blend of fictitious and realistic approach to one's struggle against depression. It deals with suicidal attempts that some may find triggering. Please consider this as a warning. Knowledge in psychology and psychiatry are gained through extensive research. The methods and clinical procedures mentioned herein are mostly fictional.
The weekly sessions with Dr. Kern no longer irk Dylan. He still thinks the doctor is an asshole, but he no longer throws a fit in the middle of a session.
"I can almost hear you thinking." Lance throws him a curveball that lands with a resounding thwack on his gloved hand.Dylan just throws the ball back at him without saying a word. I
Spring rolls in much earlier this year. By the beginning of March, the sky has cleared and the snow gradually melts into wet patches in the garden.Lance shows up at an unusual time that morning – at seven
His mother and Tyler have returned to Minnesota while Lance sticks around and keeps on coming back to visit. It's been five weeks in a row now. Dylan doesn't ask Lance why he's there, doesn't even talk much. Lance does all the talking most of the time.
"Is he your friend?"Dylan is startled at the sound of Bryan's voice. "Sorry?"
His left hand curls around the neck of the guitar – strings digging into the pads of his fingers. His right hand rests on the curve of the guitar's body, unwilling to move.Dylan pokes around his brain to find the right melody, the right chords. But