My therapist looked up from his clipboard and fixed his glasses, calmly asking me, "have you thought about trying to talk to him?"
I sighed, knowing it was an awful idea to tell
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Scales *cashton*
Teen FictionCalum and Ashton don't speak much. But it doesn't matter to them. They have each other. (I WROTE THIS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL MAJOR TW FOR POORLY REPRESENTED MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES AND ALL AROUND CRINGE)
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My therapist looked up from his clipboard and fixed his glasses, calmly asking me, "have you thought about trying to talk to him?"
I sighed, knowing it was an awful idea to tell