// Heart Out //

// Chapter Two //

My expectations of Dr.Graham were very low. As I entered his office I realized how wrong I was. He was a tall middle-aged man with a great body and amazing hair. This guy isn't supposed to be a therapist! He should be a Calvin Klein model. I thought to myself.

" You must be Crystal," said Dr.Graham.

I simply nodded my head, as I was weakened by his smooth accent.
"So Crystal," he began. "I know you think that therapy is a waste of time, but trust me it will really boost your self-esteem."

"You're right. This is a waste of time Doctor." I said calmly.

Let me spare you the gory details. I just sat there for almost an hour being lectured by this bloody gorgeous man, on the importance of therapy.

"I'll see you again next week Crystal," he said while exposing his perfect teeth.

"Yes doctor..." I managed to speak.

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As I got out of Dr.Graham's office, I decided that I needed to be alone so as to think things straight. I spotted an elevator and pressed the number "12" which I assumed would take me to the roof. In a flush, the heavy doors opened and I got out.

Luckily, I was on the roof but I wasn't alone. I saw a figure standing at the edge of the roof . Oh my God! Was this person trying to commit suicide!! I quickly ran yelling "STOP"

The figure turned to face me. He was wearing black from head to toe and his hair was a beautiful mess. He looked at me like I was some kind of lunatic.
"Uh... May I help you?" he said cooly.

Damn! His accent was so pure and deep.

"What do you mean can I help you? You were just trying to kill yourself!" I exploded.

"Kill my self? Now why would I do that? Tell me, why would I deny you the pleasure of meeting me." He said sarcastically. "I'm Matty, and you are?"

"Crystal" I said.