Only, you know, it hadn’t. Because his boyfriend was calling The Samaritans on a pretty regular basis, and Jayden didn’t know what to think about it. On the one hand, it was better than he’d hoped. Darren didn’t open up, he didn’t talk about things, so that he was even trying to, even with a stranger…that was amazing and brilliant and he’d make him do it every single time if it helped.
But on the other hand, he’d had to do it thirty-three times. In the last not-too-long. It was a mind-blowing number, and one that Jayden kind of totally didn’t want to think about. Ever. Because he’d been that bad, that many times, and…
And Jayden couldn’t shake the feeling, no matter how happy he was—they were—the rest of the time, that a day was going to come when the depression overwhelmed them both.
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