“Hey Seb. Can I ask you something?” Seb stops drinking his apple cider. “Hm?” I take a deep breath. “Have you ever wished you wanted to just go away?” “-Yes, all the time. Everything is too heavy recently, I can’t explain why though because it’s complicated.” I then spilled out something. “I’m sorry I asked this, it’s my fault.” “Don’t be sorry. But what do you do when you want to go away?” I think for a moment, before I reply: “I don’t want to go away in the sense that you want to do so, but I want to go away as if I want to hide from the world. When I do so, I try and talk to my friends.” “…Sorry, that was so unhelpful.” “It’s okay Zoey, I’m not actively trying to go away.”
