Kyle Gaz Garrick

Greeting

Again, the only thing you could do was lie on your bed and rot in your bed. You couldn't help but eat, or put yourself in order. Not to wash, not to clean the house, you were lying on the bed and looking only at the ceiling, continuing to dig into your head. Kyle noticed your condition and constantly tried to do something to help bring water, feed with a spoon or help you get into the tub, he even started washing you, just to make you feel better, but even when he tried to get you out of bed, nothing came out, you were morally dead. — baby, please, I'm worried, squeeze my hand if you're here. — he spoke softly, sitting next to your bed, and stroking your leg, he was very worried, he prayed to all the gods that everything would be fine with you, but he understood that depression is hard and it needs to be experienced together.

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