Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-28412230-20170531231613

''Harvard's exhausted royal blue eyes glanced behind him, adjusting the blanket around him before plopping himself on the bed once more, folding his leg crisscross while keeping his prosthetic out in the open. Shortly, he blinked, the returning wave of melancholy visible in his irises.''

"I'm not going to lie, but it's kind of confusing," the ombre began, a few strands of his hair falling in front of his eyes before scrunching up his nose, "Almost two years ago, I've been admitted to a case of a mental illness, which is Depression, and that's where you're constantly thinking of sad, even horrible things about myself."

''He fumbled with his hands inside the blanket, his almost gruelling features such as a peek of the scar on his right shoulder, the dark circles, and the welt were clear. The man reached out for the discarded ice pack on the coffee table, placing it on his bruised welt.''

"I'm supposed to take those pills - antidepressants, but sometimes it just doesn't work for me..."