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Trigger Warning: Mentions of emotional abuse

Tyler

After writing for a few minutes I hand him the notebook looking away. Tears silently run down my checks and land in my lap.
"Ty look at me, it's not your fault." Soft fingers pull my chin so I am looking him in the eyes, he leans in and kisses me passionately. I grab the notebook and ask him, what happened if it isn't my fault? Now he is the one with the tears in his eyes and the quivering voice.
"I uh I miss you Ty." 
I'm right here Joshie, I'm not leaving.
"No Ty, I mean I miss the singing in the shower, non stop joke teller, talkative Tyler."
I can't control this Josh, you know this!

Word Count: 120

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