MADELYN CAMPBELL
Just two days after Lo had gone to rehab, my parents had sent me to therapy. Or rather, they'd sent me her clinic and I'd had to go over and make an appointment.
It was horrible, therapy.
It was even worse because Lo wasn't there with me. I couldn't go back to him and sleep in his arms and that was just not nice at all.
Also, my therapist thought Lo was a bad influence. She had told me form the start that he was trouble and that I had to distance myself. Stop texting and calling him.
So I did slowly because she checked my phone to see whether I lied and whether there was trust between us.
And then there were those horrible words she made me say.
I don't love Lo.
I won't talk to Lo.
I won't see Lo.
I won't touch Lo.
I don't love Lo.
They were all wrong. So, so wrong. Because I loved Lo more than anything in the whole entire world and she knew it. But when I said them and she thought that I didn't look like I meant them enough, there was trouble.
So I started trusting her. Started trusting that maybe she was right. Maybe I just had to believe those words and do it and I would get better like she said.
My parents came around a lot to check on me and ask about therapy and I slept only at Connor's and Warren's every night. I couldn't stomach being alone in our apartment, knowing that Lo was gone and that I wasn't supposed to love him anymore.
It was hell.
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Wholly Apart
RomanceSeparated in recovery, they both face their problems alone. For once, they don't have each other to rely on, but only themselves. As they try to heal themselves to become better individually, they face more hurdles that complicate their journey desp...
