SILENCE || A. Grande (DISCONTINUED)

²⁸𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲; 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗢𝗩

"Alright, Ariana. What is it you're here for?" The therapist looked at Ariana with a sweet smile while resting her hands on her clipboard.

"I don't know. My friend Courtney recommended it for me." Ariana said as she laid back in the leather chair. "Well...therapy is for those who need to talk to somebody. Do you need someone to talk to?" Ariana shook her head; "no. I don't need someone to talk to. I have my wife, thank you very much."

The therapist sighed. "My name is Georgia. Dr. Georgia but I prefer Georgia when it comes to my patients. I like to treat them as if their my friends...you know, so they feel more comfortable?" Ariana nodded as she picked at her nails.

"Listen, I should just go if I don't actually need this-" Georgia cut Ariana off, "let's talk about your wife. You said you had a wife? What's her name?" Ariana gave Georgia a stare down; contemplating wether or not she should tell this stranger about her precious wife.

At the end, she chose yes.

"Her name is Y/n Pelletier. We met back in middle school and our marriage was suppose to be arranged but within a year we ended up falling in love...but I have a feeling that she's falling out of love." Georgia fixed herself on her seat, "and why do you feel like this, Ariana?"

"Well...I feel like she doesn't want to be around me anymore. Ever since we moved to Calgary, it's like she's become more...distant, you know what I mean?" Georgia nodded as Ariana continued, "I just want to know what I'm doing wrong."

"Well, what are some things that you feel like you're doing wrong, Ariana?" Georgia asked as she took notes of everything that Ariana was saying.

"I-I don't know, Doc. Maybe I'm being too possessive? But almost every couple is possessive...maybe it's my sense of humor? Nah, I doubt that." Ariana sat there and thought. "Maybe I'm becoming too clingy?" Ariana looked up at Georgia to see her facial expression; to find any type of answer in Georgia.

"Too clingy, or too attached?"

"What do you mean?"

"Cling and attached mean two different things, Ariana, and by the way you expressed yourself as 'possessive' that sounded like you're more obsessive than possessive . Maybe you're becoming too attached to your wife?" Ariana furrowed her eyebrows, "I don't understand."

"Do you feel like there's an itch everytime Y/n is gone? Like a huge piece of you is missing?" Ariana nodded, "then that's not being clingy, Ariana. That's attached. Do you understand now?" Ariana nodded her head slowly.

"There's no shame in being attached, Ariana, though, being attached is very unhealthy because one day she could just leave you and you do the unthinkable!" Georgia said, using her hands to express herself, "but we will get you fixed up and ready to go in no time." Georgia said as she put her hand on Ariana's thigh and gave her a reassuring smile.

Ariana felt uneasy about Georgia. She didn't know what this lady was capable of, and to Ariana; she seemed as if she was a big deal—and in a bad way.

"Ariana, why don't you come next week?" Georgia wrote something down on her clipboard before taking the paper she used off of it and giving it to Ariana. Ariana read the paper that supposedly had Georgia's phone number on it.

Ariana didn't say anything to Georgia; she just got up and left the office.

She crumbled the piece of paper up and threw it in the recycling as she walked out of the large glass doors.

"'Come back next week' my ass. People these days don't know how to be slick." Ariana muttered to herself as she got into her car and started to zoom off to the cabin in the woods.

* * *

"If I die, will you die with me?" Ariana asked in the middle of the night. Her and Y/n couldn't go to sleep; too many things were on their minds.

"No, I will continue to live my life until it's time for me to die." Ariana looked at her wife, "that's mean." Y/n looked back at Ariana; "life is mean, Ariana." Y/n told her. Ariana rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling.

"If you died, I would die with you. Even though your younger than me; but she has nothing to do with death because either way,you will still die younger than me."

"How?"

"Because even when I'm six feet under, I will still be older than you." Y/n shrugged, not really caring anymore.

"Do you think we're becoming...spaced out?" Ariana asked after a couple moments of silence. There was no answer. She looked at her wife to see Y/n sleeping peacefully on her side. Ariana sighed and smiled before turning over on her side and spooning Y/n. She kissed her neck about three times before sighing in content and hugging Y/n a little tighter.

"I love you." She whispered into Y/n's neck.

"I love you too..." Y/n whispered back.