Therapy

The kind elderly woman and I took the elevator to the last floor of the building.

When the elevator opened I hesitated. Before stepping out.

I feel skeptical. What am I going to discuss with the therapist?

Tell him about William? Or tell him my heart feels like it has been ripped off.

Or tell him the man I am crazy in love with told me he doesn't love me and he will never will.

Or tell him I fell in love with an illusion. The William I fell in love with, was charming and had a beautiful smile. He wasn't real. The real William is cold, and his heart doesn't belong to me it belongs to my pretty sister.

Or should I tell him the horrible things I did to my sister because of him only for him to reject me, and tossed me out like a piece of garbage?

Violet went over to the receptionist's desk when we branch into the lobby.

She is the receptionist? I blinked at her in amusement

She looks too old to be still working. She should be retired.