The picture above is of what Makayla looks like, played by Keke Palmer . But yea! Onto the story!
-Sarah
"Four years now." Micah, Astrid's therapist began. "How have you been? I haven't met with you since..." "Last January." Astrid finished, picking at her fingernails. "So what brings you back? You'll have to catch me up on your life I, I've obviously been out of the loop." The young and handsome therapist asked. A cup of warm coffee sat on the glass table in front of her. Astrid rubbed her knee in nervousness.
She didn't think she'd ever be back here, especially for a damn breakup being the spawn of it. Crossing her legs, Astrid began to look at the floor as she figured out what to tell him and what to leave out. "Well, Carson and I broke up after a huge argument that literally broke Manhattan. I met my friend Nate's girlfriend Makayla and I found out my dead friends parents are packing up her stuff." She concluded, picking at her nails now. "Well, you're clearly nervous." Micah smiled. Astrid didn't respond to his statement. "I didn't wanna come back here but it made my mom happy so here I am." She said. Micah let out a laugh at her response. "That's fair, no one wants to be in therapy. But I hope you know this is for your best interest, your mom knows what she's talking about." "My mom just wants closure, I'm fine."
Deep down she knew that this was going to help her because life was really beating her up right now.
"So let's talk about Carson." He began, ready to dig right in. "Huh." Astrid sighed. "Well, what do you wanna know?" She asked. Micah tapped the pen on his notepad. "Tell me about the events leading up to the breakup." Astrid shook her head. "Micah, I really don't wanna talk about this?" She laughed. "Then why are you here?" He asked her. "I told you, my mom wanted me to come, closure." "Closure for you or for her?" "Her." "So then tell me what happened." Astrid shook her head and began to stand up. "Forget it, this isn't working." She said, grabbing her black backpack off the white couch. Micah laughed at the blonde. "So you quit again." This made her stop in her tracks. Turning around she looked at the therapist. "You gave up once and you ended up here, now you're back and we both know it's on your own accord. Don't act like this isn't because you're not okay."
Silence.
"You need someone to talk to, As." She closed her eyes and a tear fell down her cheek. She was done holding up her shield of false invincibility. "You're right." She said. "I just...I don't know what to do anymore because truth be told I think Carson was right when he said people were tired of taking care of me. I'm always the one who talks about what the party is missing, I still cry when I walk into certain places or do certain things. I don't want to cry anymore but every time I push the pain away it just comes back harder." Micah didn't even bother to make a note of what she was saying because he already knew. "Is it wrong for me to feel like I'm the only one who grieves at the funeral?" Micah thought about her analogy for a moment.
"So you're ready to talk now? Ready to get on the path to healing again?" He asked the crying hero. Astrid was silent for a moment before she nodded. "I am."
One year later...
"Astrid! Let's go!" Makayla yelled from the living room as she put her earrings in. "Okay, okay I'm coming!" She yelled back, running out of her bedroom.
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