The Fountain

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This story won't be very long so sorry :)

"They say I've been sleepwalking again. They say I keep going back to the same place."

The therapist looks at me with a strange sympathy in her eyes. I know what she's about to say- have they told you which place? I'll tell her yes, the fountain in the park, and she'll say some bull about how I must be hiding back memories of some moment by that fountain.

There's no point in saying I'm not hiding away from any memories. She'll probably look at me with that same sympathy, as if I'm a child who needs coddling, and ask if I'm absolutely sure. She doesn't know how much I want to forget about that fountain. How much I wish I could forget about you.

God, how I wish.

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