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25th of December, 2:00 PM.

NYC, NY. Therapist's office.

Aria's PoV

It's been a week since I got out of the hospital. Andy and I are friends now, while Oli and I are growing closer each day. And here I am, seeing a therapist, because I "need help" (Oli's idea).

"You can talk when you're ready." The therapist, or Bob, says. "What's the point of talking when I know I'll never be okay?" I reply and stare at my shoes.

He asks me a few questions but I don't answer. I stay quiet for the whole session.

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It's 3:00 PM now. Finally, it's over. "See you in a few days." Bob says as he opens the door for me. I give him a tiny smile and head out.

"So how was it?" Oli asks as we hug and I shrug. We walk to the subway station and wait for the metro. "Are you bored?" He asks and I nod. "Wanna go out?" He asks again and I look at him, then I nod slowly.

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idk i need some ideas

and no aria didnt go mute she simply doesnt feel like talking

Twitter: @SempiternalYo

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