*Ami*
I am watching Cory through the door. It's ajar, and he's sitting up in bed, the bed raised to support him. He's gazing into nothingness, his right eye squints a bit outwards.
I sigh, wishing I could snuggle up to him, kiss him, hear his soft laughter again, and see that special smile that always brightens my entire day. But he never smiles or laughs these days, and he won't let me touch him. He has build a solid wall around himself.
The doctor promised to come talk to him. I've been expecting that there's something wrong, and what she told me just confirms that. She is almost sure it's serious depression, but told me it is normal, especially for men who have gone through trauma.
I thought it had to be fixable, but the doctor told me that first, they could only treat him if he wan
