Anonymous Thu 20 Jun 2024 20:21:53 No.66766607 Report

Quoted By: >>66766772

>>66766182
Same setup as the E2 I wrote

>"S-schizo we'll still be in contact, just not here." My body stands stiff as Judee says this.
>"Yeah, besides you've got-" I cut her off
>"We're not breaking up as friends, just you guys are going off to live your lives. I get it." It hurts to say but I understand. I'm going to miss them
>The two smile at me gently. A dull pain rings in my chest but I stifle it as best I can. I think on Anon. He might be going too. It hurts again.
>I shake my head and part ways with the two, heading home for the day. The anxiety slowly creeping and head pounding I make it home.
>Mom greets me at the door. She carries a serious demeanor. Today is a nightmare.
>"Hey, sweetie." she steps in and hugs me.
>"Hi, mom." I lack energy to fully greet her.
>"Tarja called me earlier. Judee and Heather are moving away after graduation, yeah?" she confirms.
>I nod slowly at her.
>"Are... are you going to be okay?" I don't know what to say to her.
>I have to pause a while. Not able to fully tell her what I'm feeling inside. Not sure if I want her to know.
>She notices my hesitation. "That's okay sweetie, the therapist is coming by tomorrow." I get hugged again, I can't bring myself to hug her back.
>"Uhm..." she starts again, I look at her in slight confusion.
>"Can you bring Anon over? The therapist wants to meet him after all you talked about him." I blink a few times. I'm not sure he'd want to show up but if I asked I'm sure he would. I hesitate to answer again. Do I want to drag him into this?
>I make up my mind, might as well offer it to him
>"I'll tell him but I can't guarantee he'll want to show up." I shrug at mom.
>She gives me a bit of a smirk. Odd.
>I pull my phone out and text my boyfriend, telling him about my weekly visit and him being invited. Before I can even pocket my phone I get a response. He's quick on the draw.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 20 Jun 2024 20:29:21 No.66766772 Report

Quoted By: >>66766941

>>66766607
E1* goddamn typo

>I check to see he's coming. My heart flutters. I have to ground myself and remember that nothing is concrete. Pray for the best, prepare for the worst.
>"Sure he says he'll be here, noon sharp." I say. Mom smiles deeply at me.
>I'm hugged again. This time I find it in me to return the notion.
>"You'll be okay sweetie. I'm here for you." I melt inside. I know she wants the best for me even if it gets rough sometimes. I squeeze hard.
>We separate and I head upstairs, a break before dinner. I open my notes app and tap away a bit.
>I try my best to organize my thoughts on Anon and where I'm going in life. It's mostly fruitless. I can't help but feel I'm attached to him like a parasite. Maybe it's best if we...
>I struggle to finish the thought. I bite the inside of my mouth and fight through it. If we break up what then. I lose my rock but...
>Mom's voice rings in my head again. Reminding me that I'm not alone. I sigh and close the app. I guess I'll be okay.
>Dinner goes fast and I find sleep easily, the exhaustion from the day taking me. I get up, nice and early, get ready, take meds and do my mental exercises. I'm ready for the day, no matter how dreadful it may come.
>I step down into the kitchen and mom's already got breakfast ready. Some eggs and toast. I eat away but mom notices my lack of enthusiasm.
>"You worried about today?" she's a bit concerned, I'm usually fine during these appointments.
>"Just did some thinking. I'm fine just... hoping everything goes well." I admit to her.
>"It will, I promise." she nods at me. We finish eating and wait. I get a message. Anon's here.
>We let him in, this is only the third time he's met my mom. Thankfully they get along pretty well.
>"Morning you two." he cheerily states as he walks in. I check my phone. He's about 10 minutes early.
>"Good morning, Anon. It's good to see you. You well?" mom makes conversation.
>"Yup, great actually." he looks at me. I give him a weak smile.
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Anonymous Thu 20 Jun 2024 20:37:26 No.66766941 Report

Quoted By: >>66767026 >>66767120

>>66766772
>He just silently takes a seat beside me. My entire being relaxes at his presence. I tense up at how much I need him. I'm not looking forward to admitting this today.
>We hang out for the few minutes before my therapist shows, house call to reduce my stress. He greets us and shoos mom out of the room, leaving just Anon and I there.
>"So, Wendy this is Anon?" he asks me
>"Yeah, that's him." I turn to Anon who nods along.
>"Mr Anon." the therapist addresses my boyfriend. He perks up and sits straight.
>"You're aware of her condition, yes?"
>Anon nods, of course he does.
>"Are you aware of your effect on her?"
>"She tells me she's calm when I'm near."
>"It's slightly more than that. She considers you part of her support group. Are you okay with this?" his voice takes on a serious tone
>"Of course."
>"Are you aware that your actions can cause a huge swing in her mental state? Intentional or not?" he's grilling him. I tense up.
>"Very. I do my best." Anon simply smiles.
>"That's good. And you're okay with being this for her?" A big one.
>"I love it, actually." I swoon. Now's not the time you suave bastard.
>The therapist chuckles. "I'm glad to hear that. Now would you please step out a while so that we can finish our check-up?" Anon nods and stands. I get a quick peck on the forehead as he goes.
>"You love him a lot, hmm?" the therapist asks me
>"So much it hurts to think of being without him." I sigh
>His expression turns slightly at this. Not something he'd wanted to hear I'm sure. I won't lie to him, though.
>"Have you considered what might come if you two end up separating?" his voice is quiet and disarming. He's trying not to cause an episode.
>I nod. "I have. It hurts a lot but... I still have mom and my friends. I'll be alright." I feel a wave of sadness hit me.
>The therapist perks up at this. "That's actually wonderful." I blink at scrunch my face at him
>"Huh?"
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Anonymous Thu 20 Jun 2024 20:45:30 No.66767120 Report

Quoted By: >>66767363

>>66766941
>"That's a healthy, normal response. You're not entirely dependent on him for stability." Normal. I like that word. I stare at him in disbelief.
>"O-oh." is all I can get out.
>"Now that that is out of the way how about we talk about your week, as usual?" our regular session starts now and I oblige. We go through the motions of me telling him about my small breaks, how I cope with them and life in general. He nods and takes notes continually.
>"Well I think that's it for today. Would you mind calling your mother in here. Oh and Anon as well, he should hear this as well." I get a bit apprehensive. He's not called a family meeting in a long time.
>I nod and step into the kitchen, catching Anon and mom talking. They seem to be having light conversation. They look happy. I smile at them getting along. They catch my presence and I invite them back.
>We all sit and the therapist starts
>"I've got some good news. Wendy has made strides in dealing with her condition. She's working hard every day and her progress shows greatly. Please tell the two how many episodes you've had this week." he gestures to me. I blush and admit
>"Uh, three."
>"And how many were you averaging a few months ago." I have to think back
>"Somewhere near seven I think?" he shakes his head no
>"Almost ten." I blush at this.
>I see mom cover her mouth with her hand.
>The therapist continues. "With how well she's doing I think we should cut back on our session. I suggest going to twice a month and see how we fare from there." My entire being freezes
>I slowly turn to the two, who are smiling widely at me. Mom's tearing up. I match her at this point.
>"That's wonderful news. Thank you so much Dr. Howz." mom begins streaming tears.
>He says nothing but gently accepts the praise, standing and giving his parting farewells and copy of my notes and prescriptions.
>Mom meets him at the door and I feel Anon grab my hand. I look over to him, smiling and tearing up same as I.
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Anonymous Thu 20 Jun 2024 20:55:06 No.66767363 Report

Quoted By: >>66767535

>>66767120
>We embrace but a pit still sits in my stomach. I look over to see mom has noticed us, she nods at me and heads passed into the kitchen to give us a moment.
>Anon speaks without letting go. "I'm so proud of you." his words are like a cold dagger into my stomach.
>We pull away and he notes my sadness. His face goes into worry.
>"Schizo...?" I decide now we have to pull that bandage off
>"Anon I know you talked about it before but... what are you doing after graduation?" I struggle on every word
>His face goes a bit soft "Oh. I was thinking of going to college. I'm not cut out for the service." I know where this is going.
>"Probably out of state too, huh?" I look down. Goddamnit. Why me?
>"Yeah, it'll be rough but I think we can handle it." That word there strikes me. We?
>I look up to him. His face strong but inviting.
>"What?"
>"Your mom and I talked in the kitchen a while. I want you to come with me. She said she thought it was a g-" I tackle him. I don't have to hold back anymore.
>"You- you awful... I can't- GAH!" I push him down into the couch and rub my snout into his neck. Bastard led me on.
>He chuckles and gently caresses me as I forcefully press my tear-stricken face into him. I can't believe it. I struggle to let go, as if he'd vanish the second he left my grasp.
>I finally pull off him.
>"So that a yes then?"
>"Yes you... you" I can't find the appropriate words for how I feel so I simply kiss him.
>I sit back afterwards and think again on the situation. If I'm going to live with him I need to find some sort of work that I can do. Some effort I can put in for him.
>Mom approaches now that I've calmed.
>"I'm so happy for you two." I decide this is gonna be a team effort and ask away at the two.
>"So I'll be going with him, then. I want to find a job or something to help out." I look at the two expectantly.
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Anonymous Thu 20 Jun 2024 21:03:08 No.66767535 Report

Quoted By: >>66767627

>>66767363
>Anon puts his hand to his mouth. "Well you can probably just start somewhere part time. I can't imagine you can't find somewhere that'll take you for a while." Mom nods along with him.
>"B-but what if I-" I look to the two.
>"We believe you can handle it. He did too." Mom points at the door the therapist left out of not too long ago. My body wells up with enough emotion to overtake me and the dams break. I break down into a sob as Anon grabs my hand. I ride through it. If they believe in me then I can do this. I will do this.
>A few years later:
>It's been a while but I can feel the pressure surmounting. The stress of work, Anon taking on more hours, several things going wrong at once. An episode is coming. It's been weeks, almost. I fight it. I count, slowly. I know where I am and who I am. I breathe in and out rhythmically. I calm it down before it can strike fully. I have to lean on the shelf a moment in the grocery store, my limbs going numb a second as the adrenaline passes.
>I regain my composure and finish the trip. Day slightly worsened but I'm a fighter. Anon tells me so.
>I make it home, a quick drive back and start dinner. I get a text from Anon. I dread to see if he's taking another long day. Nope, he'll be here soon. My heart brightens up.
>Not long after and I hear the door to our apartment click open. Here he comes.
>"Schizo!" I hear him call from the front as I wipe my hands and go to meet him.
>I pull him into a greeting hug and kiss as he loosens his clothes, taking his shoes off after a day out.
>"Work hard today?" I start to return to my cooking duties as we continue the conversation.
>"Not particularly. Just some regular old maintenance." he laments his time as an electrician.
>"You?"
>I don't hesitate to share how I'm doing with him anymore.
>"Had a bit of a scare at the store today but I'm good now."
>"Attagirl." I smile down at the pan of frying food.
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Anonymous Thu 20 Jun 2024 21:07:05 No.66767627 Report

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>>66767535
>"Judee's gonna be in town this week. We should do something." he calls to me. Haven't seen her in a few months now that she's a designer. Keeps busy.
>"Oh sure, we should go out somewhere. Make her pay though." I snicker to myself. Anon chuckles along from the couch.
>"Oh hey I actually needed to ask you something, cmere a sec?" I wipe my hands again, setting the spatula down.
>I walk over to the couch and sit down next to Anon. He's sprawled out a bit, relaxing and stretching.
>"Here." he tosses me a small box. I curiously look over at him but he's pretty nonchalant.
>I open the box to spy a ring, small and gold, a singular encrusted diamond on top. The world stops. I look over to see Anon grinning like an idiot.
>I laugh and tears start fighting their way out of me.
>"Well?" he asks, his face smug and jovial.
>"Of course you nimrod." I wipe my face and Anon opens his hand for me to give him the box. I do so and he takes the ring out, slipping it onto my finger. Fits perfectly.

Fin, get E4'd

>>66766140
Break then next.