"How are you feeling today, Roman?" the slim phycologist in neat golden framed spectacles and a buttoned up coffee brown jacket asked, her eyes blinking too fast behind the lenses.
I didn't speak anymore. Nothing I said made sense anyway. I just sat in the wooden chair at the other side of the desk prepared to accept any form of medication she was going to diagnose.
She smiled a broad smile. A bit too broad like she was communicating with a toddler.
"Okay." She exhaled deeply. "Let's try something else." She stood up from her adjustable chair and paced slowly around her desk to me. Not too close. She was afraid, I could tell. She dealt with deranged people for too long in her career and she thought I was one of them. My mother, grandma, grandpa, Gina, Simon – everyone thought I was psychotic.
"Why don't you tell me your emotions? What you are feeling right now," she said tilting her head slightly.
I said nothing.
Her eyes were blue. A deep blue like the water in the Daniel dreams, tantalizing and enticing me, slowly engorging me.
"What are you feeling, Roman?"
I opened my mouth to speak for the first time in three days, "Nothing." I said slowly shaking my head, "I don't feel anything."
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When You Are Gone
Teen Fiction...I guess I didn't love her enough because I didn't understand. I didn't understand how people could just disappear from one's life like they never existed. How Daniel could drive the Range Rover and never look back, how Jonah could just leave for...
