Chapter 41: Fallen

Samantha called the next morning. Even though I don't want to answer her call, I can't do anything because I wonder what else that woman can think of doing. Her mind is unreadable.

"Sam?"

"Theron, I'm confused. I want to die, Theron," she cried.

I looked up and stroked the nape of my neck gently.

"Samantha, what's going on with you again? Are you taking your medicine?" I asked.

She just cried. I didn't think Samantha had an anxiety disorder. I used to think that it was because of that tragedy that he had anxiety, but it turned out not to be the case. Behind our relationship before, being good friends, she hid from me the fact that her anxiety disorder started when she was just a teenager.

We were always together before but I couldn't even once notice that she had symptoms of anxiety disorder.

"Theron, I'm disgusted with myself. I feel useless. We lost our child because of both of us," she said. "I am disgusted with the world because it did not let me be a mother to the child tha