Author note: yet again, I think they'd really like this song and have probably done the dance before.
"Casper, I think therapy would be good for you," Tex said, taking my hand in his. "You can't fix this, but the day's where you do feel like that will become easier to manage."
"Yeah, I hope you're right." I felt my lips curl into a smile as I rest my head on his shoulder. "You know, I think I prefer it when you call me Casp." I laughed which caused him to as well.
He was right though; it didn't just magically go away. I don't think it will ever go away, or ever be fixed and that's okay. As long as I have Tex by my side.
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General FictionI wrote this story for an English assessment, and I really like the characters at the moment. So, I'm planning on making a proper novel sorta for this! !disclaimer! -Both characters in this story are my own. -Casper uses They/them. Tex uses He/Him...
