[When Frieda smiles, it’s like the sun after a long draught. No matter how many times he sees it, it’s always a welcome sight.
And then she asks him to share.
Sunny’s heartbeat quickens on reflex. He hasn’t been part of group therapy before, only solo… and that didn’t work out. At least everyone isn’t staring at him? He hopes?
His fingers shake as they grip his pencil. Something to share… Frieda is asking so nicely though…
Nope. He can’t. The teen shakes his head, feeling like he’s let her down somehow.]
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And then she asks him to share.
Sunny’s heartbeat quickens on reflex. He hasn’t been part of group therapy before, only solo… and that didn’t work out. At least everyone isn’t staring at him? He hopes?
His fingers shake as they grip his pencil. Something to share… Frieda is asking so nicely though…
Nope. He can’t. The teen shakes his head, feeling like he’s let her down somehow.]