Megan's P.O.V
I was glad me and Dylan were about to fix things. I honestly loved him and I didn't want to fight and leave him. Today I had an appointment with David and I really didn't want to go. David was a good guy and handsome, but I felt like he wanted something between us that was never going to happen.
We went out for six months and barely managed to see each other twice a week. David loved work more than he loved anything and so I left him to work. I thought he would be the man that I would marry, but his neglect of our relationship showed otherwise.
I stepped out of my car and walked inside of the large brick building. It was cool inside and I liked it compared to the hot summer weather.
I walked up to David's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" He yelled.
I pushed opened the door and he looked up for only a second before returning to his papers.
"How have you been Megan?"
"Good and yourself?"
"Great, so our last session we spoke about the death?"
I nodded and he continued.
"Have you felt anything since then?"
"Honestly, no. I catch myself thinking about it every so often, but rarely do I think about it so much I cry."
"So you're getting better? That's good, that's really good." David gave me a genuine smile, but his eyes looked weak. His whole disposition a bit, ruffled.
His hair was in a mess and that was rare for David, his tie hung loosely, and his shirt wasn't tucked in as usual.
"Everything okay David?"
"Yeah, just-" He didn't continue and just fumbled around his desk from something.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." He sat down in his chair and I walked over. I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"You can talk to me."
"I'm sick Megan."
"What is it?"
"Cancer."
