The light reflecting of the cool surface of your grandfathers rusty clock, send panic through your insides, and terror through your bones. You know what the clock reads, even before glancing towards it. You're old friend depression as come to pay you a visit. All your thoughts run wild, when a thought crosses your mind. How long will he be staying, this time? Why has he come? Two of the questions you, yourself can't answer. It takes you a little longer this time, to cool yourself. But once you do you reach for a warm beverage for yourself, and allow yourself to wait. While waiting you can't help but notice a box of random tissues sitting on a table, right next to you. You stop for a moment. then finally have the explanation. While taking a sip from the beverage, you reach carefully for a tissue. Holding it firmly beneath your fingertips, the cool liquid of your tears begin running down your cheeks. You take one single glance left of you. The tears continue rolling down, though much harder. He's finally arrived.