PTSD

The worst days, Daphne can not distinguish between day and night, can not distinguish between reality and dreams, once she closes her eyes is Zak's back, surrounded by darkness, only Zak light, but Zak completely left her, Zak completely give up on her.

She had a box there that contained many pictures of Zak, but each one was full of creases and smoothed out marks because she would pull them out and look at them when she had an attack, and she would pinch them tightly in her hand uncontrollably.

Daphne nodded slightly shyly, "Uh huh."

Pushing the door of the clinic open to go out, Zak's figure sitting in the lounge chair with her legs crossed could be seen by Daphne at once, her eyes downcast looking at her cell phone, one side of her long hair ruffled behind her ear, wearing a leather jacket and wide-legged pants, the whole thing looking beautiful and languid.

"In the beginning, she was very brave and gave a lot for the one she liked you, your low self-esteem and weakness made you no
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