(ON HOLD)
Born in Sweeden and raised in the UK, Y/N is a girl who's been through very hard times.
Her really bad anxiety was making everything worse as she grew older.
What happens when she moves to Colombus, OH and meets someone who will change he...
We arrived at Taco Bell and Eva parked the car. All three of as got out of it and made our ways inside. Not a single word came out of our mouths. We ordered our food and waited in a booth.
"So, um, Josh. I was t-thinking, you're friend, Tyler, um, can you describe him a little? How he looks like and stuff..." I ask the yellow-haired boy with, suprisingly, almost no stuttering.
"Well, sure. But, may I ask why?" he answears, eyebrows furrowed and face filled with curiosity.
"You see, I bumped into a boy called Tyler the other day, and I really want to know if that's him..."
"Oh, ok then. Well, he has brown eyes, and a lighter shade of brown hair. His skinny, but not too much. He's about 5.10'' and he has tattoos of lines on his left hand."
I'm shook, trying to figure out wether or not we're talking about the same 'Tyler'.
"Um, do you have a picture of him?"
"Sure! Give a sec." Jossh says as he get his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it.
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He shows me his phone and I immidiately freeze, recognising the boy in the picture. Mouth agape, eyes wide open and heart pounding, I almost passed out, knowing that this boy, Tyler, could have killed himself...
"Is that him?" Josh and Eva ask in unison.
I was silent for a moment, before I finally answeared, "Yes...Th-that is-s h-him..." I manage to say.
I can see their mouths drop open. I still can't believe it. I know, I don't know almost anything about that boy, but I swear to God, I'd die if he killed himself. He seemed so nice and caring. He looked ok...
I can't believe it.
--Time skip to you finish eating--
"So, um, Josh, do you want to go bavk to the hospital, or I can drive you home?" Eva suggests as we were all moving back to her car.
"I'd like to go back to the hospital, if you don't mind..."
"Of course! Come on."
We get in the car, same seats as before, and start heading back to the hospital. No one was talking, so I took the responsibility to break the -not uncomfortable but not comfortable either- silence.
"Josh, I have a question."
"Hit me."
"C-can I, if you allow me to, come a-and see Tyler?" I ask hesitant.
"Of course. I mean, if we're allowed by the doctors, you can." he answears with a smile.
