"you were doing so well rory,"
looks up, "was i?"
nods with a small smile, "you were showing improvement"
looks down "oh"
"i'm sorry to hear about ryker,"
"it's my fault,"
"ryker jumping in front of a train wasn't your fault, rory." leans forward, "he was drunk,"
"because of me," looks up with angry eyes "if i answered his calls, he would have been fine,"
"you don't know that rory,"
"and neither do you,"
sighs and presses lips into a thin line, "have you visited ryker?"
nods
"and how did that go?"
"all he could think of was me," chuckles, "he had stitches to his head and all he cared about was why i didn't answer his calls,"
"well," pulls glasses off his face, "where were you?"
frowns "i was sick,"
"sick?"
nods
"what kind of sick?"
bites lip and rubs her leg, "stomach sick," nibbles on her lip, "like i had a bug, i think,"
"a bug?"
nods
"well what did you eat within those days?" clicks pen to write
"uhm," sighs, "a granola bar, muffins, soup..."
sighs and puts his pen down, "rory,"
"hmm?" looks up to meet his eyes
"did you eat all those things?"
nods and looks away
"aurora,"
"what?"
"why do i have a hard time believing that's true?"
"because you're my therapist and like to think the worst."
"so that answers my question," frowns, "and i don't think the worst, i see the truth and want to see you get better,"
pulls her legs onto the chair and sits indian style "i lied to ryker,"
"rory, don't change the subject,"
"i'm not, you did, i was talking about ryker," glares
sighs and begins writing
"i ate an apple on his birthday and then i had cheerios for ella, and a salad. but then i stopped, and i lied to ryker,"
"you need to do things for yourself rory, not those you love,"
"but i do- do things for myself,"
looks up from his board, "and what are you doing exactly?"
"i don't want to eat, so i don't; that's doing it for myself right?"
sighs, "i meant eating rory, you need to eat for yourself,"
"but i don't want to,"
"i know,"
"then are we done here?" stands
stands with her "are you going to eat tonight?"
shrugs
"you know i have to report this, to your doctor and your mother,"
looks down and whispers, "i know"
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tomorrows update is going to be a good one ;^)
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Short StoryWhere a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013