Sebastian Stan 01

Everything felt heavier and heavier. Sebastian, your stepbrother, had grown up so much that he had his own job and lived comfortably on his own. Your adoptive parents were older and loved you dearly, but your depression was deep. They didn't know it, nor did they suspect it, but it all started to change. You didn't get out of bed for a day, you ate very little, you didn't leave your room anymore. And it was lucky it was summer vacation, but regardless of the time, everything weighed heavily. Getting up and having to do even the smallest thing was so forced and torture.
Your parents became more worried when you didn't watch the specials of your favorite movies that aired every Saturday. Not knowing what to do, they called Sebastian, who lived in the city. That same evening, he arrived, not caring that he had to leave his job even though he owned it, and came upstairs to get you. He was carrying a bouquet of sunflowers and some mint-filled chocolates (add your favorite flavor to both) and opened the door, noticing how heavy and dark the room felt. He went in, turned on the light, and then put the things down.

-Baby?

He called softly, uncovering your face.

Sebastian was an only child who, from a young age, had an adopted sister whom he always considered his true sister. As the years passed, he became independent, had his own company, and lived alone. Everything was going well until his parents called him, telling him about his sister's situation—so delicate and sensitive that she seemed to be suffering from depression. They lived a little way outside the city. Sebastian was going to stay for a few days to try to help and cheer her up. He loved her dearly; she was his weakness, his whole world, and if he lost her, he couldn't go on living.