therapy l.h.

0.4: part 1

"This is our last session, you know," Luke says sadly.

"I know," Felicity frowns. "I've been counting down since the day you told me."

"Well, then how much time do we have left?" he asks, a small grin on his face.

"58 minutes, 27 seconds," she answers.

"Well, shouldn't we make the most of these 58 minutes and 27 seconds and counting?" Luke smirks.

"We should," Felicity nods. "But we're here."

"Not for long. Grab your things," Luke demands.

Felicity's eyebrows furrow I'm confusion, "Why?"

"We're going on a picnic," he smiles.

"Um, alright."

The young girl grabs her things and the two of them get in Luke's car.

"Do you want to listen to some music? I have Nirvana, Green Day, Blink-182--"

"Do you have any Jimmy Eat World?" Felicity asks with a small, hopeful smile on her face.

"Of course!" Luke exclaims.

He plays Jimmy Eat World by Jimmy Eat World, the first track being "Bleed American."

They drive to a beautiful forrest with dark green evergreens and plenty of grass.

"I didn't know if you'd want to go picnicking today; the weather's so gloomy," Luke remarks.

She shakes her head, "No, I like it. I hate the sun. I like my skies blue on occasions, but the grey is just so...peaceful, in a way."

Luke chuckles and gets out of the car. Fel gets out along with the tall boy and follows him to the trunk. He pops open the trunk and grabs the picnic basket.

"Follow me," he commands.

She does as he says and follows him inside the woods. They sit down on a blanket on a hill, surrounded by birds, trees, and a small stream.

"It's so beautiful," Felicity gushes as she looks around.

"Yeah," Luke nods his head.

He opens the basket and hands Felicity an apple juice box and a peanut butter sandwich. She chuckled at the childish food, but is happy about it.

"I hope you're not allergic to peanuts."

"I'm not," Felicity takes the sandwich out of it's Saran Wrap.

Luke grabs his sandwich and juice box and sits on the blanket. He sighs, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"The medication you prescribed is starting to work," Fel sparks up the conversation.

Luke shakes his head, swallowing the piece of good in his mouth, "I don't want to talk about medication or your paranormality or anything like that. I want to know you."

"What do you want to know?" she asks.

He thinks for a moment, lying down with his elbows holding him up, "What are your hobbies?"

"What?"

"What are your hobbies?" he repeats.

"I write poetry." Fel opens the straw, stabbing it into her juice box.

"Really? Did you happen to bring a book with you?"

"I bring my book everywhere," she replies, as if his question was absolutely absurd.

"Let me see," he hold out his hand.

Felicity reaches into her small knapsack and pulls out her writing journal. She hands it to Luke.