James was right. A weight was lifted off my shoulders. I could only hope Alex would be better now that he no longer needs to feel guilty.

Like I said, I did this for him just as much as me.

I hope I don't regret it. 

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*Thomas* 

*One week Later* 

"James lets go!" 

He was taking forever to get ready and I had an early shift at the Cafe before classes. 

"Alright, I'm here! I'm ready." He grabbed his bag and ran out the door. 
"Okay then..." I followed out after locking our dorm. 

While walking to the Cafe I spotted Alex and his friends. They looked like they were giving him a hard time, but they looked like they cared at the same time. 

I figured that Alex told them about his depression. He looked away from them and saw me. I smiled and waved he smiled a bit before his friends dragged him away to the main building. 

I must've looked a bit confused because James was snapping in front of my face and tapping my shoulder. 

"Helllooooo!? Earth to Thomas." He waved his hand in front of my face. I blinked my eyes. 
"Uh? Oh. Hey, let's go I don't wanna be late. " 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes before smiling a bit and following me. 

I walked in and made Jams his usual order. 

"What is your first class today?" 
"Mmm, I wanna say it's, Law and debate?" 
"Oh." 
"What about you?" 
"Creative writing." 
"Oh, well I can walk ya to class, they are pretty close. " 
"Nah, it's okay. I should get going, I have a 0-hour class. " 
"Seriously? I would hate that." 
"Yeah, I do. Bye Thomas." 
"Bye Jemmy," I shouted back as he left. I swear I could hear him rolling his eyes.

I made a fresh cup of coffee, warmed up some muffins and then cleaned up the counter space a bit. Another customer came in and I recognized him as another one of my best friends. 

"LAF!" 
"TOM!" 
"How ya been? You seemed mad at Alex this morning." 
"I'm okay. I wasn't mad at him, just worried. I um, not sure if he would want me to tell you." 

So he did tell them. 

"It's okay. But I pretty sure I already know." 
"Oh?" 
"Well, I came in here one day for my free period. His sleeve rolled down. I took him to see a therapist." 
"Oh..." 
"DId he tell you how long?" I asked, letting my curiosity get the best of me.
"He said that he has been depressed and has had anxiety for almost 4 years." He said quietly. 
"WHAT!?" I took off my apron and threw down the rag I had. I snatched my bag on the way out and dashed towards his first class. 

I heard Laf calling after me but I didn't care. 4 years? That was way too long without telling anyone.

I walk by the class and no ones there. Figures. I went to the library. It was in the main building an this is where I saw him go. 

After searching the entire library, and not finding him, I decided I would check his dorm. 

*2 minutes later* 

I knock. 

He answers the door, he looks tired. I look down at him and inspect him. He had tear stains marking up his face. 

"Alex are you okay?" 
"No, I told my friends like you said I should and thy no longer trust me! They came in here and literally took any sharp objects and baby proofed the place! I ruined this friendship with them because of what you said I should do! This is all your fault!" He was crying now. He punched my chest, continuing to say it was my fault. 

I just stood there and let it happen. He was taking out his frustration. When he finally stopped hitting me I brought him in for a hug, which he gladly excepted. 

"I don't like, being treated like a fragile child. I don't like  being vulnerable."  

"I know. It may seem like they are being extra, but when you are better in 2 years, you will look back and be so happy that they did this because it helped you so much. It was It was that first step you needed to be better. James took the ropes out of my house, bungee cords, knives anything sharp and took them. I know.". 

"I have to get ready for classes." 
 I nodded and smiled at him. 
"See ya free period?" 
"You don't have to." 

I was the only one who knew how he felt. I needed to be there for him. 
"It's fine. I work at the cafe anyway." 

"O-Okay. See ya then." He smiled, and it looked like a genuine smile. 

I did something right.

*Alex* 

I still don't understand why Thomas cared, or how he found out. But to be honest, I don't care. I'm just happy he wants to see me in Free Period. He knew how I felt right now, and I needed to be able to talk to someone. 

I felt better. I walked to my class without much thought. My hair was thrown up in a sloppy ponytail. I didn't care. I was the slightest bit happy. I smiled a bit. For once, I didn't want to be in class working, I didn't want to have to bury myself in work to have an excuse as to why I acted the way I did. 

I didn't feel like I was walking through empty halls. 

It was nice. 

I felt like I was doing something right. 




A/N I know its short, but I wanted to get something out before I leave. Thanks for reading, hope
 you enjoyed and 
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