Gojo sat on the edge of his bed, staring out the window at the world below. He couldn't shake off the feelings of sadness and longing that had plagued him for months. It was like a weight he couldn't shake off, one that made it difficult for him to breathe at times. He knew he needed to talk to someone, to share his feelings and get some clarity on his emotions. Thankfully, he had his childhood friend Geto, who he knew he could count on. He called Geto on his phone, feeling his heart race as he heard the other end of the line pick up. "Gojo, is everything okay?" Geto's voice was soft and familiar, a welcome presence in Gojo's ears. "Can we meet up?" Gojo asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Of course," Geto replied, "Where would you like to meet?"
Gojo thought for a moment, knowing that getting away from the hospital and the familiar surroundings would be good for him. "There's a park near the river, it's a place we used to go as kids. Let's meet there." "Perfect, see you in half an hour," Geto said, and the line went silent. Gojo took a deep breath and got ready to go, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He met Geto at the park, both of them taking in the beauty of the surroundings. It was a place of peace and tranquility, and Gojo felt a sense of calm wash over him. They sat down on a bench and looked out over the river, feeling the cool breeze blowing against their faces. "So, what's on your mind, Gojo? You sounded upset on the phone," Geto asked. Gojo took a deep breath and started to talk, pouring out his feelings in a way that he had never done before. He spoke about the sadness that he had been feeling, the yearning for something more, and how he felt like he was losing himself.
Geto listened intently, offering words of comfort and reassurance. He could tell that Gojo was carrying a big burden, and he wanted to help in any way he could After they finished talking, Gojo felt a sense of relief wash over him. For the first time in a long time, he felt as though he could breathe again. Geto reached out and took Gojo's hand, making him feel as though everything would be okay. They sat in silence for a while, taking in the beauty of the moment. After a while, Gojo turned to Geto and smiled. "Thank you, Geto. I don't know what I'd do without you," Gojo said, his voice laced with emotions. Geto smiled back, feeling happy that he had been able to help. "Anytime, Gojo. I'm always here for you
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