He stroked the top is his cats head. A small soft smile plastered on his lips. He rub his thumb across its little head. “I have to go.”

He spoke to the cat as if he could understand.

With one last head pat he grabs his bag and gets his music on as he leaves his house. Feeling anxious to leave his house since he’s had social anxiety for years.

Its something that he hated of himself— though his cat brought him comfort.