“Ashton… Ashton! I really need you to focus buddy,” said the psychiatrist. Ashton shook his head to get his attention back to him. “Okay, good. You were telling me about your graduation party.”

Ashton was keeping eye contact, but the way he was staring made the psychiatrist a little bit uncomfortable. But that was an excellent opportunity for him to understand how Ashton was feeling. He kept eye contact and tried his best to read Ashton’s feelings. There was a spark in his eyes. He knew that this kid had potential. He knew Ashton was keeping his inner child somewhere deep down. He could feel his innocence, and that fired him up. He was ready to rescue him from this hell. Ashton realized the psychiatrist’s increasing determination, and he smiled.

Why are you smiling, Ashton? Do you really think he has what it takes to make you happy? You poor little child. You naive, weak little kid. Ashton’s smile disappeared.

The psychiatrist couldn’t understand why he was smiling at first place, but he felt relieved. At least he smiled for a while, he thought.

Well done, Ashton! He couldn’t do shit to you, but you made him happy. Another one-way relationship.

The look on Asthon’s face changed a bit more. This time, he was deep in his own thoughts, but he wasn’t enjoying what he was hearing. No. You do enjoy this, Ashton, and you know what you want to do. Go on. Enjoy your freedom. Ashton smiled again.

He gave the psychiatrist a thumbs up. The psychiatrist returned the gesture to Ashton. But the next second, he was lying on the floor. Staring at Ashton’s thumb. A thumb that is not a part of a hand. A thumb that got separated from its home. The thumb that Ashton just bit off.