Fight

5

18 months later

For the first time in ages, you actually feel happy.

Nervous.

But happy.

The move to L.A. had been a bit of a stress to put it lightly, and you and Emily had finally been able to sigh a breath of relief last night after managing to sign all the papers for your new apartment, cuddling up on your new sofa and watching a movie on your new television.

You hadn't even been that nervous for today. Nothing that wouldn't be expected.

Basically, Emily had been offered this great new position at her job which required her to move out here. And you, being her loving fiance, agreed immediately to go with her. This could be a new start for you too, away from all the memories of Dallas. The only downside was that you wouldn't get to see Lucy as often. But you could work around it. You would still be calling her at least once a week to ask her advice on your new career. A ward assistant at this fairly new rehabilitation centre on the outskirts of the city. Lucy herself suggested it. True, you had been volunteering as a health assistant for about a year before this whole thing came up...but you were no expert. Yet Lucy said you would be a perfect fit as you had personal experience with mental health recovery and would be an easy-going person to talk to.

"I mean, you have really been learning from the best here," Lucy jibed when she first heard about your plan to move.

"Shut up," you threw back, along with a pillow to her head.

It didn't pay the best...but Emily's job was fantastic so you didn't have to worry. If you were happy, she was happy - and vice versa. That's what made your relationship so good.

That morning, Emily rose early pulling you up with her. Considering it was the first day of work for both of you, she figured it would be good to get a hearty breakfast in. You were so busy trying to find the clothes you stored away last night that you didn't have time to worry about the day ahead. Munching down your breakfast, you didn't even spare a thought for the fact that you had no idea what to expect. It wasn't until you were walking through the sliding glass doors of the treatment centre that the butterflies hatched in your stomach.

"Hi, my name is Y/n Y/l/n," you smile at the receptionist, "I'm here for my first day at work. Dr Michaels is expecting me."

"Oh yes, I've got you right here," the kind woman exclaims as she peers onto her computer screen, pressing a small metal button to the side of the keyboard, probably notifying Dr Michaels of your arrival.

"He will be right down, here's just a form to fill out but you can take a seat over there," she points to a set of sofas by the window. Nodding, you take the paper between your fingers and make your way over, feeling through your bag for a pen.

Sitting down, you read the elegantly printed letters at the top of the form:

GREENBANK HOUSE

Addiction Rehabilitation Centre

Scribbling your signature at the bottom, you are soon greeted by Dr Michaels friendly face that you recognise from the website.

"Y/n, hi," he offers his hand as you stand up straight to greet him.

"Hi, Dr Michaels?"

"Yes, that's correct," he laughs, "How was your journey up here to L.A.?"

"Oh it was fine, nothing disastrous happened so I can't ask for anything more."

"Good to hear, good to hear," he continues to smile, "Do you want to follow me through to the canteen? It's lunch so you will be able to see most of the patients we have at the moment?"