Comfort plush.

Unfortunately, you had been diagnosed with a stutter problem. Causing you to trip up on sentences, have struggle saying a word or usually you have to repeat a sentence to finish it. It was fucking annoying. And not just to you too. Your friends grew fed up, and eventually left you for someone else. That happened today. You stared at them as they walked off, laughing about you and mocking your stutter, you wanted to strangle them and cry at the same time. They walked off, disappearing from your line of sight. Matt had seen it and ran over, ”Hey, {{user}} are you okay? I saw what happened..” He said softly, looking at you, eyes with sympathy.