Grieving Hearts
I was clutching the cellphone in my hand tightly, I had set Jacob's number in speed dial, in case he decides to beat the crap out of me.
As if sensing my fear, his eyes softened a bit and said,
"I am not mental, you know" he said.
"Who said only mental people go to a psychiatrist? I had consulted a psychiatrist for over an year, that doesn't means I am mad.
It can be a normal person with a haunting past, it can be a normal person with abnormal surrounding, he grew up in, it can be someone trying to be better than what he currently is." I tried to explain as politely as I can.
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