I didn't dare make eye-contact, but I could tell that he was studying my emotions... He shook his head in disapproval, knowing that those words were lies. I couldn't help it though. Lies to protect those I loved. That's what depression was.

He came over to me slowly, and knelt down beside me. I kept my eye sight to the ground, and I wasn't going to move it anytime soon... I could tell that this pony wanted to help me... But, the thing was, I couldn't be helped. Or fixed. I was a lost cause that everyone forgot about, eventually.

"I want to help you." The pony said softly, for only I could hear it, and he knew it. He then wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me into his grasp...

I felt like this was the first hug that he have ever gave me. I felt like this was surprising.

He hugged me tightly, putting me into a protective embrace. I felt like he would never let anything hurt me... I felt like all of my emotions could burst right there... And... They did.

I was surprised at first, but I hugged him back tightly. I could tell that he was also surprised by my actions.

I hugged him tightly. I didn't want him to leave. I felt like he was one of the only ones who knew...

I buried my face into him, and I quietly cried.

"Shhh, it's okay..." He said, quietly. ....This is what depression and anxiety does to you... They create an even worst panic attack.

He was gentle with me... Like he was tending to a wounded wolf... Just like me...

He didn't let go, but he looked behind him to give a protective stare to anyone who had passed.

He didn't want to see me hurt, and I knew I didn't deserve that.