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There's a moth that keeps flying into the lightbulb, the window's wide open as well, but it can't articulate itself in a form of escape. Stan makes a considerable decision not to recruit the moth for his hyperthetical prison escape.
Well therapy escape.
The moth is always there, it seems like it's been trapped since the beginning with him, Stan pondered whether that made the moth hid therapy pet...if so, he baptized him Andrew, just in case.
"This Richard Tozier...you say you haven't known him as long as some of your...what did you call them again?" Nya asked, lowering her clipboard and resting it on her floral skirt that covered her crossed legs.
"Losers..." Stan mumbled and she nodded, perhaps he liked Nya, he wasn't to sure. She was the sort to give her grand kids hand knitted kitten jumpers for christmas and collect buttons. But she was a therapist, and by occupation Stan feared her. He didn't really want to know what was wrong with her.
"But he's become a sort of...attachment to you? Someone who you can't 'breathe without'?" She asked. "But you hurt him?"
Stan sighed heavily, crumpling the piece of paper in his hands. "He became a part of me...I loved him that much, and that's where it went wrong. When you can't differ between yourself and thm, because you are each other, you blame yourself and you think you're hurting your own self...but you're not..." Stan explained. "Because...no one, ever loves them self"
Nya nodded, trying not to look intemidated by Stan's hard stare. This was all Richie, Stan doesn't really remember, but apparently he lost his shit again and he made a promise to Richie as well...and so, he didn't break. To be honest, he'd take this over becoming apathetic with medication. Alexa play Therapy by Khalid.
"Dependency isn't always good thing Stanley..." Nya said "You can't rely on other people for your own sustainability...you know what happens..."
"You take them down with you...I know, I did that to Richie" Stan mumbled.
"We often hurt the ones we love the most..." Nya said and Stan shifted uncomfortable.
"Bullshit" Stan muttered and she tilted her head to the side, confused. She did that a lot when she was talking to him, Stan noticed.
He cleared his throat. "It's another fabrication derived from the need for us to excuse the way we unconciously torture each other...promoted through literature and the media. The proposition to excuse people who 'love' us that hurt us...to excuse domestic violence as someone not knowing what they doing, that love destroys us. To allow everyone to treat their family how they want...because they unconditionally love you. Love doesn't mean pain, doesn't mean commitment to fucked up things..." Stan explained "We hurt people because we take them for granted and forget ourselves, we forget that the world isn't only drowning in our tears"
Nya looks back at her clipboard, scribbling something down. Andrew flies into the window, not through it, into it. Stan finds this strangely relatable.
