“Are you okay?”
He said as he studied her face. He found her sitting alone in the living room, with one of her hands rubbing her temples.
“I am kind of…depressed,” she replied briefly.
He didn’t have to ask because he knew she had been depressed for a while now. He noticed her isolating herself not only from him, but from everyone else they knew.
“I know. But why?”
She sighed, and he noticed her purse her lips as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the right words to say.
“I don’t know,” she muttered even though she knew he wouldn’t believe her. She, herself, knew what was wrong and she was having a hard time trying to find a way to express it.
“I think I know. Stop being constantly sad. You should feel better.”
He did his best to cheer her up but none of all these made her feel a lot better. He felt like everything he said never made any sense to her. She had always been like this — difficult, complicated.
“You only have so much time in life. You should spend as much time being happy as possible–“
“–in real life, we get sad,” Her voice was too soft, yet full of angst and sadness.
“Emotions are a choice,”
“For the cold-hearted, yes.”
She always had something to contradict him.
A bit dazed, she raised one of her eyebrows.
“Anyone can choose to be sad or to be happy. You just got to embrace the silver lining.”
“I can’t find the silver lining.”
“You are not starving on the streets, and you are not in a country in a civil war.”
He turned his back and started to walk away from her.
“Fine. Go away. You were never here anyway, and until now, I am still breathing. I don’t need you! I will live!”
He turned around and smiled at her.