//------------------------------// // The Last Pill // Story: Where Humans Don't Belong // by WritingFromEquestria //------------------------------// Twisting off the top to a medicine bottle, I empty the contents of it into my palm, a single pill sliding out. I stare at it for a moment, and then sigh. The bottle reads “Escitalopram, 20mg.” “Only one more left.” I murmur to myself, popping the pill into my mouth and washing it down with a glass of water. The next few days are going to be tough. ~ Even though I’m over the virus, I still feel dizzy and lightheaded. I also begin to get sick again, throwing up every few hours. The withdrawal is tough, but the depression that comes after is even tougher. (In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I took the last pill of depression medicine.) I sit in the bathroom next to the toilet in case I begin to feel sick again, curled up into a small ball on the floor. Tears begin falling from my eyes, feeling sorry for myself. My cheeks turn a bright red and I hold back sobs so neither Fluttershy nor Discord will hear me cry. To my dismay, there’s a knock on the door as Discord carefully opens it, the hinges creaking. “What’s the matter in here? I can hear you sniffling from the living room. Are you still sick?” His face dawns a look of realization as he sees my pink and damp cheeks. He closes the door behind him and sits down next to me. “Err, why are you crying?” He says awkwardly, not having been in these kinds of situations often. I look up at him, still angry from before. Trying to get an apology, I reply with “I didn’t think you’d care…” He ponders that for a bit then, put his hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry I upset you.” He apologizes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you or lose you as a friend.” His eyes meet mine, my cheeks turning red. His face begins to get closer to mine, his cheeks turning red as well, and he kisses me on the forehead. He gets up and walks out of the bathroom, feeling embarrassed. I sit there and think about what just happened. He didn’t kiss me?