"So, umm..what are you here for? If I may ask, that is." I asked him, interested.
"Oh, well I'm here for my PTSD. Not the best thing to be here for. And you?" He asked me with a serious tone.
"Uhh, It's not that important. It's not as bad as PTSD anyway, so.." I told him, trying to change the subject somehow.
"C'mon, it's only fair you tell me why you're here after I did." He insisted.
"Fair enough, I guess. I'm here for my depression." I finished, hoping they wouldn't ask the obvious question.
"Oh, um..a-are you.. do you- um..do-do you take it as far as to.. where you..." he stuttered to find the right and gentle words.
Worry plastered over his face as he moved from my eyes to his feet. I could obviously tell he was trying not to offend me.
"N-Nevermind, me and my running mouth.." he mumbled, looking down onto the floor, twiddling his thumbs in guilt.
"It's fine, I know what you're trying to say. I'd rather not talk about it, but thanks for worrying." I responded with a small smile, trying my best to ease his guilt.
The woman from the front desk walked over.
"Mr.Evergrave, the therapist is read-" she began.
"Is..is this a bad time?"
"No, no. It's fine." He said as he stood up.
He proceeded to ask the woman for a pen and piece of paper. She handed them to him, and he wrote something on it. He turned around and gave it to me, flashing me a small smile, then left.
I didn't even have to look at it to know what he wrote.
I looked anyway, out of irrational curiosity, and smiled as it showed his number and a small written message.
~Give me a call.
YOU ARE READING
Give Me A Reason
FanfictionMY FIRST ACTUAL PUBLISHED STORY FEATURING BOTH MINE AND MY FRIEND'S OCs! XxLittle_LightxX IS MY AMAZING EDITOR SO GO CHECK HER OUT, TOO!! THE STORY'S OFF TO A ROCKY START, I KNOW, BUT IT'S MY FIRST ATTEMPT SO SHUT YER BUTT. GIMMIE FEEDBACK ON HOW BA...
