Natasha's POV.
I had some hard times around these days. I don't know why. Sometimes are just harder than others. I miss my old self who was cheerful and could move on from problems tying her. But I must realise that it was all fake. After my parents died, I was never fine. Not even for a moment. I was always a mess, having serious mental problems and never had the will to live. And sometimes I still don't. I hate this mood swings, they are truly mess with my head. But I know I need to concentrate on the presentation today. It's a big project for Kyle and hell it is important for me too. I prepare everything and finish 10 minutes earlier than anticipated. I walk towards Kyle's office. I can hear that he's in a phone conversation with someone, but I know that he never minds when I hear him.
