༒︎𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝑶𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 ❤︎

I Can't Bring Myself To Care Now.

Again, platonic. Sorry for those who came for romance but I'm just not into it rn... Those who came for the romance, you may see it as such, but remember, it's platonic so you can only do so much.

Also, this doesn't include any OC, we talk about Ben here. This takes place in another au, the time lines are vague.

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People know me as bubbly, friendly, happy-go-lucky, kind of tactless, but a therapist-friend nonetheless. They consider me as a conforter, someone whom you can turn to when you have problems. What they don't consider is that a therapist has their own problems too. They aren't just there, like a vent bag, problem-less. I don't blame them though, I'm the one who made myself to be like that. To be likable. Reliable. But I'm not. I try my best to be the best version of myself everyday, but... I'm not sure if I did the right choice... Not anymore.

I've crushed many people's scull, broke their arms and legs, disfigured them, made their faces look unrecognisable. And yet, everyone still accepts me for who I am. Everyone accepts me even with the number of people who are scared of me, frightered, even..

But every therapist-friend knows. Every one of them. We get tired too. We get hurt too. We get in trouble, problems too. We need to rant too. And yet... No one ever listens. Brushes it off, thinking I'm being stupid again.

"IT'S NOT A DAMN PHASE MOTHER!"

"DON'T TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT YOU UNGRATEFUL BOY!"

Yeah. Like that. So every therapist-friend knows. That we have a bottle inside us.

Yes.

A bottle.

And we out in it everying that we would have liked to get out. Every feelings, every little problem, everything.

But that bottle cracks too.

That bottle is not endless.

It has a limit too.

"I wonder what's happening to Big Ben... He doesn't seem to be sleeping that well..."

Well of course I don't... We need to get those feelings out don't we?

"Judging by his dark circles, he doesn't sleep well at all... I just hope he knows we're here for him."

These are all petty things, Gray. Nothing to worry about.

"Maybe we should hang out all together... It might make Ben feel better!"

Thanks Eugene... But I'm just not worth it. Just go on yourselves, it's alright.

"He's been calling me Alex these days... A simple hangout won't be enough."

I didn't notice...

"We need to talk to him."

You're exagerating Gogo... I'm fine! Just tired is all....

"Agreed."

I don't need a vent session... I'm fine!