Chapter 5
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days...
"Wilson...?", her voice was soft and careful as she approached him, ignoring the rain that started to soak her.
He was standing with his back to her, his hair and clothes already very wet, but he didn't seem to care either.
"Please come back in....it's cold out here.", she whispered and winced as he let something fall.
She took a closer look, it was an orange box with pills, laying on the wet ground of the balcony now.
Cameron bent down and picked it up.
"You take anti-depressants..?", she carefully asked.
"They don't help...
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