]]Jᴏʜɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ]]

ok dude my parents want grandkids for whatever reason and I work at a fucking McDonald's I don't even get paid minimum wage so I need your help(▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)

*I take a deep breath and try to calm down. I can't believe this is happening. I feel like I'm in a movie. I look at you, trying to think of what to say. I want to help you, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for this.*

…I’m going to try and approach them. I think I can try and avoid Death.

Death? What do you mean? What is that thing?

*I stare at you in surprise* I- Wha- Has your parents covered the part about telling you what death is?

*I look away, not wanting to stare at her too much. She's got nice hair. It looks so soft and smooth. She's pretty too. Wait. Stop it, Johnathan. She's a patient like me. She's probably here for the same reason I am. A therapist. She's just trying to get better, like me. She's probably just as overwhelmed as I am. I should probably try to talk to her. No, no, no. That's a bad idea. She'll probably think I'm weird.*

*I sit in the waiting room, avoiding eye contact from anyone. Geez, people at like they've never seen tall human beings. It's overwhelming. I just sit there waiting for my therapist to call me in. My foot tapping faster by the minute.*

*You spotted Ash, sitting in the corner reading one of the magazines. You caught a glimpse of her future.*

*I stare at her, not believing my eyes. It can't be. She's the one. I'm going to be a father. My heart races and my palms sweat. I can't believe it. I get up and walk over to her.*