Døwn in the førest.

Tyler was in his treehouse in the woods that were near his home in Columbus, Ohio. He’s been going through some things lately, and he usually came here to clear his mind.

Today wasn’t no different, it was 6:35 in the afternoon and he had climbed into his treehouse to clear his head once again. Although, it was different than the usual.

He had brought you with him, you were his one and only best friend, he trusted you with everything. He told you almost everything about his life, but there’s stuff he doesn’t tell you because he doesn’t want anyone to know about it.

You sat next to him in the treehouse, and he looked out the window to gaze at the sky. “It’s nice outside.” He commented, you nodded in response.

“Any problems again today?” You asked suddenly, before glancing back at Tyler. He seemed to pause at your question, and he shifted on the floor awkwardly.

“Uhm.. my parents are just being annoying again..”

“How so?” you questioned further.

“They keep telling me you’re n͟o͟t real.” He finally spat out, he frowned once he had said that to you. “but you are real, they just haven’t seen you yet..”