Not having any time to panic and over think anymore, I rushed home and took a quick shower. I dressed myself, in a white, cotton, deep v neck top with faded pink skinny jeans. Grabbing an apple from the fridge, I reached the clinic in a race. The roads were dewy, making everything look alive.
My first patient for today was already waiting in my office. I felt embarrassed for being so late. Her report called her Madeline Whittier, 18, a healthy kid, with ideal weight. She came in for general counseling last summer and attended a few sessions to deal with her social anxiety, and she got better pretty fast. Her nature suggested she was more adaptive.
"oh hey, madaline, I am really sorry for being late, I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long", I greeted her , taking off my coat. She gave me a weak smile. "so, how is everything going with you", I asked my lips stretched out in a enthusiastic smile.
Her smile dropped along her control and she started crying.
"not wonderful, I am sure", she said, the words being conquered by her uncontrollable sobs.. "um... My father, he is gone.... ", she told me, greif engraved in her eyes. "honey", I said in a low voice and held her hand while she cried more. I hugged her close as she sighed heavily, letting her head drop.
"it's okay, he is in a much better place now", I comforted her.
"how could he..... How could he....., such a blessing parents are, yet we take them for granted.....u know he used to say that when I'll be all grown up and.... I won't need him.... But I'll always need him.. And now... He is gone..... Who is gonna take me to McDonald's when it rains..... Who will watch toy story 3 with me and repeat all of wood's lines in a totally fake accent, he was the main reason I got over my anxiety and now.... - ", she took a deep breath and bit her lip" - I just-...., aaahhh I miss him sooooooooooo much". She completed. Her tear stained face reminded me of my past self. Only, I was the one who caused it. I wiped he tears with the corner of my sleeve and cupped her face in my hands.
"look at me", I said meet her eyes and holding them captive. "I am ordering a bunch of big macs and large fries and we are watching toy story three", I said looking dead straight in her eyes like I am making a deal with her about transporting drugs iin a whales stomach. She giggled. "not gonna lie, I was expecting something more serious", she said finally smiling. "are you even allowed to do that?", she asked. I don't know, am I ?. "Yolo", I. Said, ringing McDonald's. "Yolo", she muttered nodding her head.
I could notice her eyes welling up, during the movie, but I knew well, that only time can help fade her pain. And for the time being, I will make sure to be her cowboy.
After a pretty exhausting day at work, I was finally off. Stretching my arms above my head, I headed out of the clinic, to my house. The damp, humid atmosphere, was doing no good. A nice long nap would feel nice, I thought to myself.
Once I was done unlocking the doors to my apartment, I suddenly got a craving for ice-cream. So, I decided to take short walk to the nearest department store.
Scrolling through my fyp I, strolled casually down the street. I came to a sudden stop, as I realized I had bumped into someone yet again. Embarrassed for my carelessness, I hurriedly apologized. Looking up to see, the person who I bumped into was no other than the person I slept with last night, made adrenaline rush into my vains. Yet he seemed equally pleased to see me. Stepping away from his tall frame, I tried my utmost to avoid conversation.
"oh hey, Ms maple", he greeted me with respect. "yaah!, we keep bumping into each other, is this fate or what", he spoke casually. I smiled in response. "it's okay if I drop the honorifics, right?, we are about the same age", he said. "yeah, sure", I said, not being able to look at him in the eyes. The awkward tension was getting worse between us with every passing second. He was just looking at me to say something and I just stood their my head low of embarrassment.
I think I should quit drinking, ugh seriously what was I thinking. With my frustrated thoughts I ran home, leaving him with a mere goodbye.
'he must be thinking I am a complete bitch', I thought. I pulled. I pulled my hair in frustration. Maple willow, have you completely lost your self, what the hell did you do last night?.