I missed him.
I know I did and a day didn't pass that I didn't miss him when I started therapy. We talk about him most of the time. I started to isolate myself, I just wasn't in a good state of mind.
My phone started to ring, I shifted over onto my bed to see who's calling. I looked at the screen and it said "Nick".
"Hello?"
"Hey George, how are you?"
"I'm okay, how are you."
"I'm good, I just wanted to check up on you."
"Thank you, I kinda needed to talk to someone right now."
"What's been happening?"
"I started to go to therapy like you suggested."
"And how's that going?"
"We talk a lot about him."
"You do?"
"Yeah."
We fell into silence.
"I miss him, Nick."
"I know you do,"
"I miss him every fucking day, I don't think I'll get over him."
"You will get over him, I promise."
"I don't know if I will though." I say with my voice being shaky.
"You will eventually, I know you will."
"Thank you."
"Of course, I'll be here if you need me."
"Thank you again."
"No problem, call me if you need anything."
"I will." He hangs up and I start to cry.
I hugged my blankets and wished it was Clay.
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I know, I know. You were probably expecting an actual chapter but this is a filler so yeah enjoy I guess. Anyways the story is coming to an end soon so be prepared.
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A Letter To My Lost Lover // DNF
FanficAfter being heart broken for years, George started to go to therapy and his therapist has recommended for him to write a letter for closure. - Angst Warning!
