"Secrets don't die with the ones who keep them. They haunt the living until they're forced into the light..."
Aminah Clarke's life shattered the night her fiancée, Hailee, died in a tragic car crash. Now, a year later, she is left with a book bar, a...
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Aminah's POV
"I didn't think it would be this hard... you know, doing the everyday things."
"Define 'everyday things,' Aminah." Her words were tired, concern evident in her tone.
Embarrassed, I shift uncomfortably in my seat, diverting my gaze from her intense hazel eyes. Hesitantly, I answer, toying with my nails in my lap. "You know— the regular, day-to-day stuff."
Her eyes narrow, fed up with trying to read between the crooked lined I'm giving her. "Aminah, if you're going to sit here and waste my time, we can end this session now. It's 2:30 in the morning, and truthfully, I'd rather be home in my king bed. So, if you—"
I cut her rambling short, feeling the tiny amount of confidence I'd spent the night mustering up slipping away. "I feel like a part of me died when she did. Life isn't the same anymore... everything is, different. It's almost like she took me from— me."
Silence blankets us, both of us unsure of how to proceed. If I were her, I'd probably feel stuck right now too.
I come in once a week, usually on Wednesday evenings. She asks the standard therapy questions, I give her some dodgy answers, she gets frustrated and I never fold. In the end she ultimately uses me as her own personal therapist. Isn't that ironic?
"Aminah, are you high?" She questions with widened eyes. Leaning forward attempting to sniff me.
This is why I don't open up.
"Capri, I finally come here ready to talk, and the first thing you ask me is if I'm high? You know I could fire you, right?"
Capri leans back in her seat, her expression a mix of skepticism and weariness. Unphased by my empty threat she speaks. "Aminah please, you're not going to fire me... but if you're serious about opening up, let's drop the defenses. I'm not here to waste your time, and I certainly don't want to be playing games here."
I meet her gaze, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through my guarded exterior.
She's right...I am high— but that's besides the point. I'm here to be honest.
"It's not about being high. It's about feeling lost, like I'm walking in a world that's suddenly become alien. Everything about who I was before—it all feels like a distant memory. Foreign. I'm not sure how to be me without her. She was my everything... She's what what made me, me."
Capri, usually composed, softened a bit at my words. "Grief is messy, Aminah. But, you don't have to have it all figured out. It comes in stages. So, let's talk about the real stuff. The messy, painful, and confusing parts. No judgment."
