"Today's session we're going to start with a quote by Jamie Anderson, "Principal Warren began after shushing the other members of group therapy.
"'Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.'"
The whole room was quiet, everybody reminiscing about their experiences. My gaze, however, was focused on the empty seat beside of me that normally belongs to Lorenzo. He still hasn't emerged from the door that protects us from the cold breeze outside, yet, I was starting to believe that he wasn't going to in any time soon, since he usually was never this late.
Yesterday night Enzo, his dad and I watched the newest GOT episode, accompanied by delicious ordered pizza. I had a blast because Mr. Lombardi's sass directed towards his son got me cackling too many times that I stopped counting all together. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this entertained and welcomed by people I didn't even know that long.
Around 9 pm Enzo drove me home thankfully, and we spent the entire ride singing to mainstream songs from the 2000s. I have to admit that Enzo's voice doesn't sound that bad, at least then when he didn't distort it to sound hilarious.
After arriving at David's mansion I went straight to my room, not in the mood to see neither Sofía nor him, who probably hadn't even realized I was gone at all. When I looked at my phone, I saw tons of text messages directed towards me from none other than my dearest stepsister herself.
I just blocked her number.
I was ignoring Sofía since our 'conversation' in Lucy's without sparing her a glance at school or at the breakfast table. Thankfully she didn't try to communicate with me though. Many people at school were gossiping about our argument or about the video of me punching Kai. I was ignoring most of it, flipping off people that annoyed me with their unsubtle staring. That's why I didn't even bother to turn up to lunch in the cafeteria today and just minded my own business in the library.
The fact that Enzo was in school but not present here left me with a few question marks in my head. However, I just tried to concentrate and listen to the others, pushing the forming questions to the back of my mind.
I felt an intense gaze burning a hole in the side of my head, and I looked in the direction of the culprit. Dorian was staring at me shamelessly from his seat in the circle arrangement but I just rolled my eyes and looked away. I still haven't forgotten the way he insulted me and my family on Miranda Summer's Halloween party the other day. Back then I protected Sofía from his harsh outburst but now that argument with him appears to be a meaningless joke compared to the brutal fight I had yesterday.
"I was feeling quite content for a few days now. My wife and I even met for a cup of coffee on Saturday, and it felt like...old times. We've both come to a realization that we want to fix our marriage and in order to do so we have to start communicating," Harvey, the mechanic, started with a small smile on his face.
His daughter Ella died one week after her birth because her heart stopped beating, he had told me. His wife hit her sudden death particularly because after all she carried her for 9 months and gave birth to her. A bond between a mother and her child is beyond unique, that's why she was experiencing excruciating pain.
His wife was extremely depressed and struck by grief that she even split up with Cristopher, who we all only call by his last name, because they were arguing a lot. Harvey's pain could never be treated as equal to a mother's after losing her child but it was still wrong of her to devaluate paternal bereavement as a whole. Both of them got deeply involved in their own grieving process and were finding it impossible to give comfort to each other when both were feeling equal grief. Still he reassured us that they decided as a couple that it was best if they took a break from each other.
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Farewell : Until We Meet Again
Teen Fiction17 year old Livia Meyer's life changes abruptly on a fateful day in her summer vacation. Two months later she wakes up disorientated and alone in a hospital room without the most important person by her side: Her Mom. In spite of it all, after a lo...