[this technically happened on this date (below) but it doesn't mean elliot wrote it right after this happened.]
august 8, 2013
dear autumn,
ms. moore: smiling. i'm so glad you came, elliot...
me: shrug.
ms. moore: you can have a seat.
me: slowly sits down. what's so important that you wanted me here so bad?
ms. moore: i've notice that despite the many therapists in the past and you coming here quite often, you still haven't moved on entirely. pause.
i would never be able to move on completely. a part of me will always be craving her.
me: shrug. i suppose.
ms. moore: what's holding you back?
me: i think you know the answer more than i do.
ms. moore: true. but you need to let your emotions out to the surface, elliot. you've dragged them and buried them so deep into your soul that you've profoundly refuse and forbidden any type of emotion to show itself whatsoever.
me: angrily, ashamed. you...you don't understand anything. you don't understand what is like to lose the only person that once truly mattered to you. the only person who could understand you even in your worst of states. you-you don't understand... it's way harder to cope with it than how easily you've put it. that's the thing about you doctors, everything at first is sugarcoated, but underneath that is a raw, blunt surface just waiting to be revealed.
ms. moore: ...
me: holds back angry, sad tears.
ms. moore: ...
me: can i go now?
ms. moore: no. this...this was good. a start, i suppose. a little harsh but a start nonetheless. that just proves me that you're ready.
me: frowns. ready for what?
ms. moore: ...
me: ...
ms. moore: ...
me: ...
ms. moore: the letter autumn wrote to you before she died.
- elliot
YOU ARE READING
dear autumn,
Подростковая литератураa girl long dead and gone. a boy not accepting the fact that she's gone, and so he writes her little bits and pieces of what he's going through without her. [lowercase intended]
