For Rachel

Prologue

"Alright let's get started. What is your name?"

"My name is Malya Kist. What's yours?"

"My name is Rachel, thank you for asking. So how are you feeling today."

"I've been better."

"Would you like to tell me why?"

"No."

And that was how their sessions first started out.

Rachel would ask a question, Malya would give a short response, and then they'd move on. And by the time the clock finally hit the three, Rachel would have at most one page of notes. They did it once a week, every week, for weeks.

"Well, it was lovely meeting you and getting to know you Malya, but it seems our time is up."

Malya's only response was a nod. Then she got up and walked out the door, so quietly it was as if she was never even there.

Rachel just sighed and stared her short page of notes in a file with Malya's name on it. She's had worse first days for her patients.

She then went over to the couch where Malya had been sitting so she could fix the blanket that had hardly even been creased, but as she looked down, a small chocolate was resting in the dent left on the couch from Malya's body.

Rachel picked it up, seeing that it was a Hershey Kiss with a small note attached to it.

She peeled the wrapper of the chocolate and read the note, "Everyone has a happy ending. If you're not happy, it's not the end."

Rachel just stood there, staring at the wrapper in her small office, the only sounds being the ticking of the clock and subtle hum of cars passing by.

She was finally aroused from her stupor went the air ventilation came on, depositing cool air into her room.

Rachel hummed in thought and then opened one of the drawers on her desk and placed the wrapper near the back.

Rachel knew she was happy of course. She had a well-paying job that let her have a nice house in a nice city.

She had no reason to be unhappy.

But when she checked out of the office and walked herself to her car to drive herself home, she couldn't help but notice how empty her car felt. And when she pulled into her driveway and walked through her front door, she couldn't help but pause and take in the quietness of her house.

All the lights were off, and the only sounds were the ones coming from the air conditioner out back. Even the stray cat that had always seemed to find a way to creep into her house, was nowhere to be seen.

Rachel took off her coat and tossed it on the floor by the door, causing a loud thunk to echo through the house. She sighed and stared out into her house from the front door.

It wasn't ugly by any means. In fact, it was quite nice. It was a modern house with two stories, white walls, and black counters. And of course, the only reason she could afford it was because of her job.

But it just felt so empty.

Rachel took her shoes off then trudged up the stairs and to her room where she threw herself onto the blue comforters, not bothering to change out of her work clothes.

Lately she had just been so exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Rachel looked to her right to make sure her alarm for tomorrow was set and shoved her face into the pillows. Sleeping away the rest of her day. 

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anyway 

this songs pretty fire tbh.