She shows me an orange vial with a white cap.
A familiar object. It says Fluoxetine on the label.
She shows me her cheek when she leaves and I plant a kiss.
On the way back I feel my lips and find her lip balm (I’d tried it on earlier).
Back in my room I google Fluoxetine vs Sertraline to see how her sadness differs from mine.
To see whether I could understand it, if at all.