Takashi and Toryn met each other when they were five.
Became best friends at ten.
Were inseparable by time they were fifteen.
Built an indestructible bond at twenty.
And now at the age of twenty five, after twenty years of friendship, due to the...
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FOUR MONTHS LATER...
"BREATHE IN, THEN BREATHE OUT...GOOD." Maggie instructed.
Maggie was a fifty three year old Caucasian with huge eyes—which were sea green. Her skin was very pale, almost to the point she looked sick. And she always wore her jet black hair in two pigtails. And she had a huge nose so she was either Jewish or an inhibitor of bad genetics. Maggie was a counselor and had been one for over twenty years. She sat in the circle among her anger management class to make them feel like she was just a friend and not a superior.
"Okay guys, we're going to talk about what made us angry, today."
Takashi signed up for anger management classes in which he went three days a week. He honestly hated it because he was nothing like these people. But he was only doing this for Braelyn. He wanted to show her that he loved her and wanted her back. He was willing to do anything to get her back in his life. He missed her smile, her scent, her weirdness, he missed holding her at night, making love to her, he missed her voice...he just missed her in general. The saying you never knew what you had until it was gone was not just something that was made up for fun. Takashi truly felt empty.
What he hated about the anger management class was that they had to sit in a huge circle like it was a intervention for alcoholics. Even though every person in the group was an adult that looked well over thirty, they acted like three year olds. The counselor was the worst, she spoke in this really slow but high pitched voice as if they were retarded. The worst part was, the fools actually answered her.
Takashi couldn't lie, he gave effort here, but it was literally only because he had too. The old him would just stare at people and ignore them all session until it was time to go, but he had to show enthusiasm.
"Alright Hannah," Maggie, the counselor said, "why don't you go first? Did anything make you angry today?"
"I hate when people don't put the cap back on the toothpaste! My mom does that shit and I slapped her last time! She's such a fucking bitch! Just put the cap back on the toothpaste and I won't have to hit you." Hannah said, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder.
"No no Hannah, you can't hit your mom, that's not good." Maggie said in almost a childlike voice, "that's very bad."
Someone sitting next to Hannah raised their hand so the counsellor pointed at them.
"What makes me mad is when someone changes the television when I'm watching it. Like what the hell gives you the right?"
"Is that why you choked your seven year old nephew last time, Jonathan?"
Jonathan put his head down in shame.
Takashi felt his skin crawling, he imagined a fire starting and taking every single one of them. He tuned everyone out, wanting to know what Braelyn was doing. He was literally limited to the number of people he spoke too. Now with Braelyn gone he only had Tyrell, and his friends Chris, and Nate left. He had his father but not even they were extremely close like that for him to feel like Florence could be a listening ear.
