"So...Tyler, what are some things that you enjoy doing."
Um I-I like playing piano, and writing things...like lyrics or poems. Whatever I'm feeling at the moment, I guess.
"That's fantastic Tyler, I'm glad your putting your energy into something, more...positive." Mr. Belzer, Tyler's third therapist says.
Tyler picks at a loose thread hanging from his jeans in response.
"Look Tyler, I know this isn't going to be easy, but you-"
Yeah Yeah, I know the speech. I've heard it a million times. And it's funny because each time I hear it the less I believe it.
Mr. Belzer lets out a deep sigh before speaking.
"I think we should end this session early. Go home, and take a nap. I'll see you again on Tuesday Tyler."
Yeah, Tyler replies limply. As he slowly stands up and adjusts his hoodie before exiting his horribly decorated office.
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NYCTOPHILIA /Joshler/
FanfictionSad Tyler meets happy (fuckboy-ish) Joshua. *TRIGGER WARNING* Lots of mature rated stuff, including cussing even though I know Tyler and Josh are pure as fuck.
