𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒| 𝐘𝐁

𝐗𝐈𝐕

| HOW LOVE WORKS |

KENNEDY A. STEPHENS|

The rest of the week went by slowly. I studied and talked to Kentrell here and there.

I haven't brought up the topic but I'm trying to understand him.. maybe he doesn't want to mention it because he's afraid I'll push him away?

"Whats something you would like to do over..?" I asked as Kentrell laid at the end of my bed.

"Like an event." I added as I placed my pen on top of my notebook.

"The day I went to the studio.. I wouldn't have went." He replied as he played with my highlighters.

"How come?" I asked.

"Because Music brought me too many problems.." he said lowly.

"Internet.." I said and he shrugged his shoulders

"Internet, music, industry, and money. Allat." He said.

"What has it brought?" I asked slowly.. I didn't want to rush anything out of him.

"Broke my relationship with family.. brought beef.. brought killings.. and hatred." He replied and I nodded my head.

"If I could do anything over I would've stayed in Ohio." I said clicking my pen.

As a therapist it's good to share and answer the questions yourself to help your patient feel comfortable.

"How come?" He asked.

"I would've saved my parents money and time.. be able to be with my grandma.. and just be present.." I replied.

"Would you say you regret it?" He asked.

"No. I wouldn't say wish but if I could I wouldn't go.. but Im glad I did." I responded.

"What's something you regret?" I asked.

"Question for another day." He replied and I knew he was done.

"Okay, so question.." I said and he looked at me.

"For your shows do you pick the songs to preform?" I asked.

"Yea but no.. i could but I choose not to." He replied and I nodded my head.