Therapy
Summary
It had been just over a year since I had seen him last. Even at the funeral, I hadn’t seen him. Whether it was because he was never in my sight or because I was too numb to notice, I’m not sure. He looked so much older, as if it had been many years instead of just one, and the way he wore his fatigue on his face made my heart crumple. I could see the sadness in his features, the way the depression had soaked into his skin. I wondered if I looked the same way he did. If I was as obvious with my emotions as he was.
I don’t know how long we stood there, staring at one another, but when he fell out of his trance of surprise, his face morphed into something different. The lines of fatigue lifted into rage, and his tired eyes resembled a darkness I hadn’t seen in so long. With a hand on the door he shook his head at me. “This was all your fault.”
I don’t know how long we stood there, staring at one another, but when he fell out of his trance of surprise, his face morphed into something different. The lines of fatigue lifted into rage, and his tired eyes resembled a darkness I hadn’t seen in so long. With a hand on the door he shook his head at me. “This was all your fault.”
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