Heal
“It’s been 3 months” I said, staring at the man sitting across me.
He was supposed to help me get through this. But it’s been 3 months since we first spoke and nothing has changed.
I still feel the pang in my chest when i think about that day. I still get panic attacks when I hear that name.
I tried to maintain eye contact as his eyes pierced my soul.
His gaze was intimidating.
How did i never notice how beautiful his eyes were?
Maybe i did, I thought to myself.
I was lost in them but somehow, i think i’d find myself if i stared long enough.
My reflection stared back at me through his eyes.
“Alice” His voice cuts my thoughts short.
“Yes?” I answered?
“Are you trying to meet anyone new?” He asked.
New people?
He’s the only man i’ve talked to since my breakup. I couldn’t bear to be in the presence of men.
“What is going on in your mind?” He cuts off my thoughts again.
I lower my gaze to my hands.
“I can’t handle having any form of relationship with a man. Not after the last time.” I said.
“But i’m a man” he responds.
I lift my eyes up to him again. He was still staring at me.
“You’re my therapist” i say softly.
“And also the man you’re trying to heal from” my subconscious kicks in.
“Why are you trying to stitch your wounds with the needle that hurt you?” He asks calmly.
My gaze moves between his left and right eye.
“Does it matter?” I ask gently.
I need a needle either way.
Why not stick with one i’m familiar with?