“We’re going to play a game. Focus on yourself and the things around you. Focus on what’s real, and count. There is one book, there are two chairs. You have two arms, you have two legs. Okay? Keep counting and focusing on the things around you.” ( mysteriousxmessage )
I’m too lazy to look for the ask meme - @mysteriousxmessage
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It seemed like a weird type of ‘game’. One, which Saeran wanted to refuse playing. With his eyebrows rose he couldn’t help but feel like… he was involved in some kind of kindergarten play. As if the one in front of him thought he couldn’t count. In the catholic school he went, he had been pretty good in maths. If not even the best… but he never had really thought a lot about it back then, just had tried to don’t catch too much attention of other children.
However. That had been in the past. Nowdays he wasn’t… admitting, a bit different.
“ There soon will be one corpse. “, with his voice ice cold before, is shoulders soon twitched. It was something he didn’t want to say out loud. But the thought slipped out quicker than he could react. Left a bitter taste on his tongue. No, he didn’t want to be like this anymore. That’s why he was in therapy… or well, one of the reasons. Saeran digged the tip of his fingers into the pullover he wore, despite the hot weather.
“ There are… “, nervously he looked through the room, tried, to ignore the sudden ache appearing in his head. A single drop of sweat ran down his forehead, “ …there eight chair legs “. Somehow he had the feeling now, as if he thought too complicated for such thing.
