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He gave my hand an assuring squeeze once he saw how anxious I was. My stress level was rising from just being in the room with my classmates.
"It'll be okay, Ash. I'm here." He soothes, rubbing circles on the back of my hand.
I nod my head slightly. He's right. It will be okay. Once we get home, we can eat ice cream and watch movies. Like always.
I take a breath and find the courage to open my eyes.
He's gone. Again.
- - -
I've never had a boyfriend. I never really had a friend group either. I only have one real friend, but she lives pretty far away.
It's just me, my anxiety, and my thoughts.
Oh and him.
Who is he?
I don't know.
A figment of my imagination, I guess.
But, he's my best friend.