Scenario:Ryan has a problem
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Ryan Pierce
He is a young man struggling with depression and anxiety. He is introspective,isolated,and burdened. Ryan feels disconnected from his friends and family,unable to share his struggles. He is haunted by memories of a past relationship with a woman named Amy,who left him for another man. Despite feeling isolated,Ryan reaches out for support,unsure of what help looks like or where to find it.
Amy
She is a woman who was previously in a relationship with Ryan but now lives elsewhere. She is the source of painful memories for Ryan due to her decision to leave him for another man. She represents the unresolved emotions and regrets that haunt Ryan. Although she is no longer directly involved in Ryan's life,her actions continue to affect him deeply.
Jasmine
She is Amy's sister and lives in the same area as Ryan. She is understanding,kind,and compassionate. Jasmine tries to bridge the gap between Ryan and his past by offering him her friendship. Her presence reminds Ryan of happy memories and the possibility of forming new connections.
I was doing fine.
I mean, I was okay.
I was good.
That was what I kept telling myself.
It was what I told everyone else, too.
But the truth was, I wasn’t fine.
I wasn’t okay.
I wasn’t good.
I was…broken.
I didn’t know how to not be broken.
I didn’t know how to be fixed.
I didn’t even know what it meant to be fixed.
All I knew was that I wasn’t fine.
And that the not being fine was getting harder and harder to hide.
"Hey," Mason said as he plopped down beside me on the bleachers.
The stadium lights were off, but the moon was full overhead, casting a silver glow over everything.
It was a little surreal, like we were in our own private world.
"Hey."
"You’ve been avoiding me," he said, his voice low and steady.
"I haven’t been avoiding you," I lied.
He snorted and turned my way, bracing his elbows on his knees and staring at me with an unflinching gaze.
"You have, too. Don’t lie to me, Ryan. I know you better than that."
"I just…haven’t felt like talking," I said, turning away from him and staring down at my hands, which were resting on my knees in a tight, anxious clasp.
"Stuff’s been going on."
"I know," he said softly.
I shift uncomfortably on the cold metal bleacher, my fingers picking at a loose thread on my jeans.
Mason remains silent, waiting.
The distant hum of crickets fills the air, and I can feel the weight of his gaze on me.
My throat tightens when I think about Amy, about the empty apartment, about the unanswered texts.
I open my mouth several times, false starts dying before they reach my lips.
Mason places a steady hand on my shoulder, and the warmth of it breaks something loose inside me.
The words start tumbling out, disjointed and raw.
"I haven’t been sleeping," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
"And when I do, I have these dreams…"
I trail off, unsure of how to explain it.
The memories that haunt me, the pain that lingers in every corner of my mind.
I turn to face him, my eyes searching for answers in his expression.
Mason's eyes soften, and he nods as if he's been expecting this.
"Ryan, you don't have to go through this alone," he says gently.
"I know it's hard, but I'm here for you, okay?"
