Emma.I was in the kitchen having breakfast, but my food wouldn’t go down easily. Every time I tried to swallow it would get stuck because of how nervous and anxious I was.“Are you okay?” my mother asks when I finally give up and let the fork and knife drop from my hands.“I don’t know mom, I’m ner
I fumble and twist my hands as I wait for my therapist to be done with her current client. I’m so tempted to flee, but that would just make me look like a coward. I was already tired of being one.My phone rings, pulling from my thoughts. I sigh in relief, so grateful and happy for the interruption.
This is Ava we are talking about. I always saw her as a rival since the day I realized that she had a thing for Rowan. I never hated her, but I wouldn’t say I loved her either even though I thought she was my sister. To me, she was just Ava. She didn’t really exist in my world. My hatred however cam
Eh, what do I say to that? I’m not a believer of positive and negative energies.“So, if I may ask, why are you here, Emma? What made you decide on therapy?” her question comes as a surprise and for a moment I fumble with my answer.“I didn’t want to come. Hell, I’m not even the one that booked it,
Ava stands up and walks towards me the moment I get outside the door.“How was it?” she asks, her eyes shifting between mine.If I am being honest, then I’m surprised she’s still here. When she said that she would wait for me, I didn’t expect her to. I just thought she would wait till I was inside,
My heart aches at the pain that’s still embedded in her voice. I get why she’s still in therapy. Ava hasn’t yet healed completely.I look back and put myself in her shoes. I never questioned why my parents were how they were towards Ava even before she and Rowan messed up. I just went along with how
Ava.I sat at my dressing table staring blankly at the mirror while I brushed my hair. It was around nine in the evening and my head was a mess.When I went for my therapy session today, I never expected to bump into Emma. Hell, I never expected to offer to wait for her, then invite her for ice crea
I stay quiet as I watch him take off his coat, then tie, then socks. The rest of his clothes come off, until he’s left in nothing but his boxers. I watch him as he crosses the room and disappears into the bathroom. Seconds later, the shower turns on, and I pull my eyes from the door, and focus strai