Chapter Thirteen

Sebastian

"It's lovely to see you again, Seb. How have you been?" Laura, the shrink, asks me as I take a seat opposite her in the barely decorated room that she uses for such sessions within her home.

It's white and bare in here, which is a massive contrast to the rooms I've walked through to return to her office.

Laura is a middle-aged woman with blonde hair, voluptuous. She is pretty in an understated kind of way, and she's vibrant; her house portrays that, yet this room is as mundane and as dull as they come.

"Things have... passed," I admit.

I've always found it terribly hard to talk, emotions not having been something my father taught me whilst I grew up.

In his words, a man should be the pillar of strength. And it is expected that he remains the strength whilst the woman falls apart repeatedly.

Yet I have no woman now, so...

"It's been a few months since we last saw each other; how has the grieving process been treating you?" She asks me, hitting the nail on the head as to why