Blurryface meets Cry Baby

The Beginning

   The streetlights shed an orange light on the empty streets, damp with post-rain water. Blurryface trudged through the city, wearing a hoodie as usual. Inside, he felt as empty as the sidewalk he was walking on, and thoughts of insecurity ran through his mind as he opened the door to an office. He slowly made his way to the waiting room, only to find the most innocent looking girl he'd ever seen; her hair was pink on the right and black on the left, and she sat straight up, patiently and politely. She didn't seem to be troubled. Blurryface was shocked to find such an ingénue at a therapy office. As he walked toward the couch unenthusiastically, he immediately saw all of this girl's hardships, all her worries, all her loneliness. As he got closer to sitting next to her, behind her cheerful smile and flawless posture, he noticed her eyes. He knew the look. Every morning when he woke up, the same look was in his eyes. A look of loneliness, heartbreak, hopelessness. It wasn't obvious, but it was there. But, oh, she hid it well. She really did try to wash away her past with a preppy plaid dress, knee socks, and a fake smile.
      
   Blurryface wanted to make conversation with this sweet girl, but he always said the wrong thing when starting conversation, so he remained silent. A few painful minutes passed, and the girl finally turned to face him.
       
   "Hello." She greeted joyfully.
  
   "Hi." Mumbled Blurryface.

   He somehow mustered up the courage to look her in the eye, and again, he saw the troubled girl who didn't dare to show herself.

   "What's your name?"

    "Blurryface." He winced at his own name, hating the sound of it. He sounded as ill as his mind truly was.

   This did not shake the girl one bit.

   "I'm Cry Baby." She chirped. "I'm not particularly fond of the name, but I suppose it's what I've got."

   The words she spoke were dark and hurt as Blurryface, but the way they were spoken would make a person look past the insecurities she had just confessed to.

   Blurryface felt terribly sorry for this girl. He was unspeakably insecure, but he never made an effort to hide it. Seeing Cry Baby try her hardest to cover up all the dark thoughts and secrets she was holding inside her made Blurryface realize he had to attempt to do something.

  "If you want..." he began awkwardly, "I could call you something else. Whatever you want."

   Cry Baby seemed touched, and thought hard. "Let's make it simple. No need to make things harder than they already are. You can call me  C if you wish, and how about I can call you Blurry?" Blurryface nodded in agreement. "It's okay if you call me Cry Baby, though. Everyone else does."

  Blurryface was unsure if she was hinting at a sad memory, but before he could ask, Cry Baby's therapist came into the room and led the seemingly unharmed girl away.