Time heals. That's what most people say when they see you've lost someone, whether it's an emotional loss or a physical one.
Others tell you try to find something that'll keep your mind occupied until the problem vanishes. This leads people to get in a new relationship in order to forget someone or fall into a new habit, like alcohol, sex, food, etc.
However, there are two things they never tell you. The mean time and the aftermath.
How long will it take you to get over it, how hard it's going to be, the amount of times you are going to relapse; the mean time.
There's then going to be a period of time where you're going to feel it has completely vanished, feel a sense of relief and think you are better. That is until you hear a song, walk by a place, see an object and realize everything is a subtle reminder of what you've lost; the aftermath.
The reality is that you are never going to completely be over it. It will never stop going through your mind. But you'll learn to live with it, you'll learn to face it differently and feel it less making it move from the main spotlight of your mind.
Or you just get used to it.
Then, there's Chloe, who strongly believes in therapy.
"What a load of shit." Beca said turning her body to the side so now her back was facing her girlfriend.
The couple were in their shared bed arguing whether a therapist would help Beca with her mourning or not. Said brunette was already in denial to go to therapy, and also pissed because Chloe had suggested to go to their room for sex but ended up being an intervention.
"Aren't you mature." The red head said rolling her eyes. "Let's face it, you don't talk about her and getting help could- "
"Chloe I'm better." Beca cut her off, her back still facing her girlfriend. "I'm not going to share my whole life to a nosy woman I don't know."
"A certified nosy woman OR man." Chloe said trying to make the brunette laugh with no success. With a sigh the red head gave up. "You have no idea how hard it is to be someone who ignores everything."
Beca couldn't believe what her girlfriend had just said, she loved Chloe to death but sometimes she just drove her nuts. She turned around so her face was now facing her. "Why don't you try living with someone who constantly reminds you the shit you've been through, huh?" The red head saw the fury in Beca's eyes. "Why don't you try to put a smile on your face and be productive when you're feeling like shit only to have the only person you love to ignore the effort? Or maybe try having a stomachache every time you try to eat but you keep on going through the pain so everyone stops thinking I'm trying to fucking starve myself."
Truth is the red head had been trying to convince beca for two weeks now and the brunette's patience was running out.
Chloe stayed silent, not knowing what to answer.
Keeping her eyes on her girlfriend's, Beca examined the other girl's expression. "Yeah, that's what I thought." She said as she turned around once again and covered her body with the bed sheet.
"Got it." The red head said in a weak voice. "You didn't use to snap like this before."
Those words got Beca thinking, she wasn't sure if they pissed them off even more or kind of hurt her; however, before she could realize what she was feeling she felt Chloe kiss her forehead and wish her goodnight before turning to the other side of the bed.
They'd promised to never go to bed being angry at each other and while Beca's pride made the promise hard, Chloe always followed it.
"Am I really being that bitchy?" she wondered.
