Firstly, Refael and I were both seeking therapy to overcome our past traumas. I was slowly recovering, but my therapist said that I was cooperative and that I had the potential to be an amazing person.
Those words made me feel good about myself.
Refael's therapist cried during the first two sessions. He was utterly shocked by Refael's past and even hugged him, so I was told.
All in all, we were getting through this, together.
Because Dinah couldn't take a hint, I had a restraining order filed against her. She'll face the law if she comes too near to Refael.
I know that Mr Koch will try to have it waived but for now, it was pretty effective considering the fact that all she could do now was sulk and cast longing glances at Refael.
She disgusted me.
Then, I met the Richleys.
Let's just say that they were really enthusiastic, especially Julianne, who followed me around like a bee to nectar. She copied my every mannerism. She begged me to come over every day to plait her hair. She called me Tavy and slowly became the little sister I didn't think I needed.
I got along really well with her parents, who were more than eager to help me figure out the career path I could take with Sociology. I found myself seeing the Richleys as Refael's family more than the Kochs could ever be. They were so humble, so down to earth.
Everything was okay.
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It was February 12th, a day or two before Valentine's Day.
Ajax High was big on Valentine's Day. Every single student knew the origin of the holiday and everyone was excited about the Lover's Dance. If the holiday fell on a school day, there would be no school that day.
Why, thou asketh?
Because of the Lover's Dance.
It was held in the evening. The one night the staff would permit the students to do PDAs, declare love and all that sappy shit.
I used to attend because of the food.
Food.
My first and only true love.
The school would have a renowned caterer deal with the food. And every year it tasted better and better, to the point where I'd walk with a backpack and Tupperware.
Yes, it was that good.
This year, however, I was actually gonna go for the dance.
The dance was good too.
Or the many pizza rolls made it good enough for me.
Anyhoo, the dance... I'm going to the dance.
To spend time with my Monkey.
He was so excited about the dance.
I was gonna wear a red dress with black heels.
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