My Last Words (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 15

Veronica's POV

"Good evening Mrs. Silvers."

I shook Dr. Jackson's hand before sitting on the leather couch.

"You can call me Ms. Silvers now. I've filled for divorce."

"Wow!" He cheered, "That's great! I'm glad you've figured things out."

"Yeah, me too."

"And how are things with Ashley?"

I couldn't help but smile, "Amazing."

"Good! I'm happy that you're life is starting to piece together."

"Me too."

"So..." He began, changing the subject, "Are you ready to talk about your father?"

"How is he relevant to the conversation?"

"Isn't he the whole reason you started therapy?"

I rolled my eyes, "No, I started therapy because my soon-to-be ex-husband made me."

"Then why haven't you stopped coming?"

That was a good question. I hated this know-it-all son of a bitch and his office gave me horror movie vibes. So why was I still here?

"I don't know."

Then he smirked. A super villain type of smirk. I was genuinely scared for my life, "Let's get back to the question. Or rather, let me ask this, why have you been avoiding talking about your father? And I'm assuming this isn't just with me. My guess is that you've been avoiding to talk about him to anyone. That's including Ashley."

I swallowed hard, "I don't know."

"I think you do know."

I looked down at the floor. There was an ugly antique carpet laid on top of the dark wood floor. I couldn't help but want to throw up. Both because of the hideous interior design decisions and Dr. whatever-his-first-name-is Jackson's interrogation.

"Listen, Veronica, I'm here to help you. So I promise, if you let me, I will."

I looked up, "Can we talk about anything else? Pandas, dildos, broccoli, you name it."

"Veronica, it's never going to stop eating you alive if you don't just talk about it."

"Ugh, okay, fine."

"Why don't you start by telling me why you're avoiding to talk about his death."

I took a deep breath before answering, "Because it fucking hurts. The person I was closest to in the entire world, the person I trusted most, loved with all my heart, the person that fucking raised me, is dead."

"I understand how grief can-"

"No." I interrupted him, "You don't understand what's it like to get that call. To feel so many emotions at once to the point where you feel nothing. I'm fucking numb. Sure, life goes on, but it's not the same. It never will be."

He nodded, "I know, but trust me, things will fall into place. The divorce, Ashley, your kids; your life won't be the same but you can still be happy. You can still find the light in a dark situation."

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time, "Okay, can we be finished talking about him?"

"Of course, and like I said, my job is to help."

Does he ever shut up?

***

I got back to the cafe around closing time, so as always, Ashley was the only one left. When I made my way inside, I went up to her and wrapped my arms around the back of her neck, pulling her into me for a kiss.