Megan hasn't been answering her phone all weekend, and we were supposed to be going to the markets today, so I went round to her house to see what was going on.
She answered the door and let me in but I could see right away she was really depressed. I haven't seen her like this since... a few years ago. She was barely talking at all.
She had boxes everywhere, and she was packing her things into them. I was worried and scared and I kind of went ballistic and yelled at her and said she couldn't move to London. She barely even replied. I sat her down and made her tea and told her I wouldn't leave the house until she promised me she'd go back to work tomorrow and not make any stupid decisions while she was depressed. I got her to agree. Eventually.
She'll get over this. She always does.
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