I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 109: I failed

Leah's POV

"So yeah," I sighed happily. "Things seem to be good again." I looked back up at Eva. She was smiling at me as well, it seemed she was happy for me too.

Eva nodded and closed her notepad. She put it aside and looked at me. "I'm really happy for you."

I smiled again. "Thanks," I nodded before looking at nothing in particular. I did feel delighted, there was just nothing I could think about to talk to Eva about. After some time, I looked back up at her. In all this time, she hadn't said a word, she hadn't moved or ended the session, she had just waited. I smiled again. "How are you?"

She seemed a bit surprised I asked that. She gulped. "I'm doing well," She nodded before sitting back up, seemingly trying to find her professional position again. "Leah," She paused a bit, and I wondered why. Somehow, it seemed she was going to bring up a difficult topic. She licked her lips before looking at me. "It's been wonderful to listen to you and try to help you guide through the difficulties in your life," She paused yet again. She sighed softly. "But maybe today's session should be our last."

Immediately, my eyebrows raised. I opened my mouth but nothing really came out for a few moments. "Why?", was all I could muster.

She showed me a gentle smile. "It's not a bad thing, Leah," She scooted closer, breaking the set distance between therapist and patient. "I believe you're doing well, this last session showed just that," She smiled more. "It's a good thing."

Even though I understood what she was saying, for some reason I didn't want to understand. I felt rather up upset she'd want to end this.

Eva looked at me for a while, it seemed she was giving me all the time to think about what she had just said. And I knew Eva, she wouldn't start talking anymore, she'd really wait until I said what I thought.

I sighed and looked up at her. "I don't know," I finally managed to say. "I enjoy this," I gulped. "Even if things are well," I shrugged. "It feels nice to just talk."

She smiled softly and nodded. "Then that's what we'll do."

I smiled too now. I nodded.

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"So how was therapy?" T asked as she was putting things on the dining table.

I helped her get the table ready. "It was fine," I thought about it again, a smile formed on my face. "It was really fine."

T stopped and looked at me. "You've been going for a while now," She started, gaining my attention. "How much longer are you planning to go?"

I was a bit taken aback by that question. "I don't know," Instead of looking at her, I went back to the food, which was still on the stove. "Why?"

T shrugged. "Just asking."

I knew T wasn't just asking. She made it very clear she didn't like me going to Eva anymore, since the pregnancy. But I think she never really liked Eva.

T sighed. "I'll get the boys." She said and left without hearing my response.

When she was gone, I let out a deep breath. 

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Later that evening, as the boys were asleep, I was online, on Wattpad. It occured to me I had gotten less active over the months. I guess life and everything that came with it, caught up to me. It was a realization I wasn't happy about.

I scrolled through the notifications and realized there were a lot of comments on my stories, comments I hadn't gotten too in time. I gulped. It was always my belief that I had to respond within the day as to be in close contact to my readers and friends online. But I failed...

Why did I fail? How could I fail? Writing was still very important to me but I just didn't get to it as much as before. For some reason, I simply... forgot...

"Hey," T said as she came to sit next to me on the couch. "What are you doing?" She asked, referring to my laptop.

I blinked a few times before looking back at her. "I failed."

It was clear T didn't understand at all what I was saying. I could tell she was trying to come up with an explanation but she couldn't, not with that little information. "What?", she simply said.

I sighed and put my laptop down onto the coffee table. "I forgot about wattpad," I looked away, at nothing in particular. "I don't reply to comments anymore, I even forget to prepare the chapters ahead of time," I sighed again. "I failed."

"Baby," She scooted closer to me. "You've got two sons who count on you too, I don't think that's called failing. Sure, you're late with responding and aren't prepared as much as before. But isn't that normal? You've got a job, you've got a family..."

I shrugged.

"That's why you should write a sequel to our story," She suddenly said. "So people know what's been going on in your life."

I thought about it some more. "Maybe," I sighed. "But how do I even start that? It's been nearly two years since the first book," I looked at her. "Isn't it late to write a sequel now?"

She shrugged. "Why don't you just ask?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Ask who?"

"Your readers," She took my laptop. "Here," She motioned to my homepage. "A message to all followers," She read. "Ask the question here and see what response you get."

"Maybe," I took my laptop from her and thought about it for a bit. Then I started writing a message, something that came up in me. Then I looked at it. "Like this?" I asked as I showed her the computer.

She scooted closer and looked at it. "Yeah," She smiled at me. "Perfect."

I smiled before looking at it. I let out a breath before pressing 'send'.