Selena's pov
Sunday afternoon, baverly hills, California.
6 months later.
6 months, it has been exactly 6 months since I moved to California and I must admit that things were going pretty good. For that whole time, I haven't set a foot out of my house, I stayed away from my phone and the public eye for 6 whole months. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but it was all worth it in the end as I finally felt like my normal self again.
Ofcourse, Trent was in my head the whole time, it was hard to go by a day without crying. But according to my guidance counselor, it was normal to feel that way after going through a heartbreak, she told me that it would take me a while to get over him and find my normal, social self again, and as she said, it did take me a long time and I was still struggling, but nonetheless, I was better than I was before.
"miss selena? Your therapist is here!" said Samantha, my 36 year old house helper as she came into my bedroom where I was busy getting ready for my first time ever setting foot out of the house to explore the amazing city I was living in.
"okay, tell her that I'll be there in a minute" I replied and Sam nodded before she exited the room. I brushed my hair a few more times and applied my lip gloss before exiting the room and hurrying down the stairs.
"Helene! Hi!" I said excitedly as I appeared in the living room where Helene was sitting comfortably on one of my couches.
"hey Selena, how are you doing?" she smiled at me as I took a seat next to her.
"I'm feeling great actually, I finally feel like my normal self again"
"that is amazing to hear! And I could see that written all over your face" she said and laughed a little bit.
"how are you coping with everything related to him?" she asked, making me look down a little bit.
Everyday, the first thing I would think of was Trent! How he was doing, if he was okay, If he was happy and all that stuff. It's so weird that I couldn't stop myself from doing that even if I wanted to, I would always feel the need to call someone and ask how he was doing due to how much I was missing him, but I managed to hold myself strong. Well, not really because Helene took my phone from me as a part of my rehabilitation process. I was hesitant about that at first as I had no idea why my phone had to be taken, but eitherway, I was thankful for that because if my phone was with me at that time, I would've definitely called and asked about him.
"good! It's still a bit hard but I'm getting somewhere" I responded.
"great! Then I guess you're ready to have this back" Helene said and handed me my black iPhone X back, literally lighting my mood up even more. I eagerly took the phone from her hands and placed it on my chest, making her laugh at my childish reaction. Well, you can't blame me, It felt exactly like those highschool days when my parents would seize my phone as a punishment and then give it back to me after a long time.
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"thank you so much Helene. Really, for everything, if it wasn't for you, I don't think I would've ever been able to get over my problems" I said with a soft smile on my face.
"you don't have to thank me Selena, it's what I'm here for. And I will always be ready to help you when you need me" she replied, right before I pulled her into a warm hug.
