Remnants Of Love

👉A RAY OF HOPE👈

I keep coming back to you as if you are some sort of grand beginning, but you will always be one where things began to end.
- Jessica Katoff

Eslaine's POV

The elevator opened. I stepped inside the floor. It is five in the evening. The usual time for me to see my therapist. Dr Lucas Forbes. He is hell of a stubborn man. Its been 9 months since I have started therapy. They say I am still depressed but I am starting to show some progress.

All of them think that they can heal me. They can make me the way I was before. But I really doubt that.

I take measured steps to reach the reception. I see Carla behind the desk giving me a smile. After 9 months she has somewhat become a familiar face to me. Everyday she give me the same smile for months. I don't bother to return it. Its not like I am rude or something. I just don't have enough strength to smile.

"Honey, Dr Forbes is running late. He will be ready in fifteen minutes for your appointment. Until then why don't you take a seat and read some magazines." She said.

I nodded. Great now I have to sit here for extra fifteen minutes. I hate this place. I sat on the white couch in the middle of the room. The walls of the room is painted white. There is no sign of colour anywhere. Just a bunch of bullshit inspiring quotes hanging in the wall.

I pulled the sleeves of my hoodie. I am wearing a grey hoodie and a black jeans. My hair is in a pony tail. I started playing with the sleeves of my hoodie. A sign that I am bored.

Just then buzz sound interrupted my bored self. Carla signalled me to go inside the room. 

I got up and entered the room. I saw  Dr Forbes sitting on the chair as usual with a notepad in his hand and leg crossed. His dirty blonde hair is styled in a sleek manner. He is wearing a light blue formal shirt and black pants. He gestured me to take a seat. I sat on the couch infront of him.

"So Ms Gibson how was your weekend?" He asked me looking straight in my eyes.

"It was okay. I guess." I said.

He nodded. "What did you do this weekend? "

"I try to sleep and watched Netflix."

He wrote something in his note pad.  "Still having nightmares? "

"Yes."

"What did you see in those nightmares? "He asked me knowing very well how much I hate talking about it. I can't believe him. Recalling it is like a torture to me. Still he do that every time.

"Just the usual. Him and me." I said calmly.

"Who is him? "He asked.

I gulped." I don't want to talk about him."

"Why not?"

"I just don't want to remember him."

"Okay. We will talk about something else then. How is your college going?"