“I used to listen to them all the time.” Nathaniel said, letting the black hair fall over his eyes, trying to hide his melancholy expression, “I think it’s been almost three months since I last heard them…”
The doctor furrowed his brow.
“Then what on earth would you listen to?” he asked in a semi-serious tone.
Nathaniel shrugged.
“Depressing stuff…”
“You mean emo music?”
Nathaniel glared at him.
“I don’t like putting it that way, but yea.”
The doctor stifled a slight chuckle.
“They didn’t have that when I was young.”
“You mean back in the stone age?” Nathaniel said, laughing a bit.
“Yep. And I don’t think I ever even heard of self injury until about ten years after getting my master’s at Oxford.”
“Well, it’s pretty common nowadays…”
Nathaniel’s voice was saturated with a tone of self loathing, which made the doctor slightly uneasy. Neither of them said any more until they reached the church.
“Here we are.” the doctor stated, turning into the parking lot.