Therapy

The following text is entirely fictional. Resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. :)

She sat with him by her side. The room felt stuffy as she intertwined his fingers with hers. The kitten they had just bought stroked her leg, sending shivers down her back. She sighed, looking at their palms clasped together - he knew she liked that.

Looking into his eyes she searched for an answer, he looked calm and she was struggling to keep her nerves. She didn't want this to be the last time, she didn't want it to end. Tears filled her big eyes, with quivering lips she asked, "Does she know you better than me?"

For the first time he looked at her, hoping she didn't think this way. He knew her better - he knew her thoughts. He didn't say a word, he couldn't explain why it happened. He stood up, straightened his shirt and walked towards the bedroom door. "Goodnight," he whispered, "You were special."


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