"Oh my god," Calum exhales as he rested his forehead on his hands that are wrapped around the leather steering wheel, "Can this damn traffic be anymore slow than it already is?"
I only nod, but he doesn't see so I look out the window taking in everything that I can. I try to look over little details in the road or in the barricades that separate the two sections of the highway.
The little crakes in the road speak to me for some reason. Not literally, but figuratively.
They started out almost perfect, but because of people driving on them and accident, they become warn and broken. It's almost like me.
"I'll pick you up later, okay?" He places a quick kiss on my cheek as I get out of his small red car.
I close the door behind me as he drives off. I walk up the curb and to the doors that you can't see through. I open one of them with my one hand because I have to carry my book so I can at lest communicate with my therapist.
When I enter, the lady and the desk gives my a small nod, letting me know that I'll be checked in and Dr. Parker will be notified.
I walk myself over to a big, comfortable light green chair in the back of the small waiting room. I set the sketchpad on the chair besides me and pull out my phone. Unlocking it, I click on the green and white IMessage icon. I tap my thumb on Calums name and start look at all the conversations that we've had.
I like re-reading all the cute conversations we've had so I don't feel so alone. Dr. Parker says that it's not healthy and I should stop, but it actually helps me. It doesn't make me feel so alone.
"Hello, Luke," she says with a friendly smile. I stand up as I nod, grabbing my things and following her down the hallway to where her room is.
Once we're in the small room , I sit on a small brown leather couch while she sits across from me in a small white chair. She places the white fluffy pillow that was besides her on her lap and places her silver laptop on top of it, resting her fingers against the keys.
"So, Luke, how was everything this week?"
Pulling out the pencil that I had tucked in between the pages, I write, "it's been the same as always."
"Have you hurt yourself in the weeks since we've last spoken?" I feel like her blue eyes a burning holes into me. Yes, I have hurt myself, but I can't tell her because I don't like to upset people. I'm a people pleaser, not someone who likes to disappoint.
I look up and her and back down at what I've written. "No."
She nods and types something onto her small computer.
The rest on the session, we talk about the week and how I've been feeling. How Calum begged me to go to therapy so I don't feel so lonely and I have another way to deal with all the sadness besides hurting myself.
"I'll see you next week, Luke," she smiles and holds the door open for me. I smile a fake smile and nod, exiting out of the build.
I hear the door click shut just as Calums small, red car pulls up to the curb.
He rolls down the window and smiles sweetly at me, "Hi darling," he says with his hands resting against the steering wheel.
I smile back and open the door, setting my things down first then getting in closing the door behind me.
"How was is?" He always asks this.
"Fine," I write.
"Good, because we get the house to yourself the rest of the week."
a/n: sorry I haven't updated in a while
~emma
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Aware • cth + lrh
Fanfiction"I-I just miss you, a-and when you leave it hurt me more that anything," He stutters, trying to let what he feels flow out of him like a river. Like it's not controlling him, but then he's lying to himself.
