Tianna- Sessions

Monday... Counselling day.

"How've you been?"

Emotional masochist that I was, I willingly mistook Roger's professional concern for the requital of my secret feelings. 

"Alright," I lied.

He looked unconvinced: a frown that somehow seemed to contain all the disappointment in the world appeared on his lovely face. I felt deeply guilty, not least because his approval meant so much to me. 

"You know," he said, in a coaxing tone, "these conversations are moments when you can talk."

But I couldn't. 

'This is all he'll ever see me for,' I thought, 'even with those beautiful, perspicacious brown eyes... : the problems.' 

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