Elizabeth pulled him down on the bed and they lay beside each other.
He stroked her hair and she buried her face into his neck, finding the familiar scent of sandalwood and citrus comforting. When they lay like this it felt like nothing in the world could tear them apart – they were invincible because they had each other.
Elizabeth had struggled with chronic depression for as long as she could remember. Her father died after a short and unexpected illness when she was eleven; kids can be cruel and rather than having compassion and showing understanding she was shunned and made fun of. She was the weird kid, and she bounced between unapologetic pride in that fact and a longing to just belong.
When she went to university aged 18 her mother begged her to just try and be normal for as lon
