~Letters~

Evan sits in his room with his laptop on his bed. He sprawls across his bed his door closed. He can’t think of anything to write for his letter his therapist told him to write. Evan’s a very to himself 17 year old. He has social anxiety, depression, and basically any other thing you could think of. His mom (Heidi) walks into his room.

Heidi “Honey are you writing the letters your therapist told you to write?”

Evan “Yeah I started it…” The only thing written is “Dear Evan Hansen”