"So Dean, how has it been?" Mrs. Winston asked.
It was his third session at Mrs. Winston's. She was a family friend and she had her own medical practice. She was a phycologist.
"Well Marilyn," He started calling her by her first name, "I'm just trying to take it one day at a time, she is my girlfriend."
"You mean she... was your girlfriend " Marilyn started,
Dean tensed, he felt his insides squirm as if they were under pressure and infected with a disease. She was his girlfriend. Lucky was dead.
"She is my girlfriend Marilyn. There is no change in that." He said. Marilyn's jaw clenched.
"Look here Dean, your parents pay me good money to talk some sense into you. You have a whole life ahead of you and you're putting it at a stand still because of the death of some girl!
"Dean you need to let her go. This emotion that you're feeling is normal for someone who lost a loved one but it's not healthy for you to keep dwelling in this state."
He slumped in his seat. Mrs. Winston was right. He needed to let her go but he didn't want to not after what happened to lucky and the accident.
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Short StoryThey say that the worst pain one can feel is letting go and for Dean Janson, a boy shattered by the death of his first love, it seems that the last thing on his mind is to let Lucky Sims go.
