LMAO I havenāt written fanfic in years but JATP really got me so.. Bobby therapy session post the initial haunting??Ā
She was staring at him sympathetically as he finished describing the events of the last few hours. He knew where this was headed before she even opened her mouth.Ā
āI know you remember the last few times something like this happened -ā
āThereās something different about it this time.ā His voice held more confidence than he actually felt. He watched as his therapist glanced down at the paper in her lap. āI know this was realā.Ā
She smiled slightly. āIām not saying that this comes down to real or not realā. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed suddenly louder. āNot necessarily. I know that it can seemā¦ Trevor -āĀ
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the mention of the name. āIt was different,ā he cut her off. āThe door - and, my name on the mirror -ā
āAnd why is that more real than the other times?ā
Because there had been other times.Ā
āWhy is this different from the time you saw Alex in the garage?āĀ
He is seventeen, sitting in the room where he and his band used to practice, sorting through their stuff. The things that their parents hadnāt wanted. As he holds a pale pink hoodie in his hands, he thinks he sees something out of the corner of his eye. He looks up. And sees him. Sitting at the drums. Just like he used to. Staring at him. And suddenly, he canāt breathe. He stands. His whole body feels numb. He says his friendās name.Ā
The other boy doesnāt respond. He only stares.Ā
His voice shakes as words tumble from his mouth. He tells his silent friend how much he misses him. How nothing is the same now -Ā
He reaches out with a trembling hand to touch his shoulder and suddenly it is like he was never there. He hadnāt thought he could have possibly felt any more alone.Ā
āOr the time you heard Reggieās laugh down by the beach?āĀ
Itās his eighteenth birthday. His mom had wanted to celebrate. She baked his favorite cake, filled the living room with his favorite colored balloons, even put together a CD with every one of her sonās favorite songs that she could remember, only mixing up a few. It was the guest list that was the problem.Ā
Because when the lights were flicked on and everyone yelled āsurpriseā, he had looked around at a sea of faces he barely recognized, and it made it all too clear who was still missing.Ā
It had been almost a year and he had wanted to be able to handle it - he knew that all she wanted was to see her kid smile again - but he couldnāt. So he finds himself walking along the shore in front of the now empty house where his friend had once lived.Ā
And he wasnāt paying quite enough attention to where he was going, because the dog comes out of nowhere. A big chocolate lab with the warmest eyes and a collar that read āDaisyā. He is on his back in an instant, with giant paws pressing down on his ribcage. And thatās when he hears it.Ā
He shoots up and looks around, expecting to see the bright smile he hadnāt been able to clear from his mind. But heās alone. The dogās wide eyes seem to look at him sadly now. He supposes that canāt be right either.Ā
āAnd that show? Where you said Luke sang with you?āĀ
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