Owen
I waltz into my therapist's office despite the obvious disapproval from her secretary who clearly lacks to fully execute her job in keeping barbarians away. I am said barbarian.
Dr Reese Walker is already seated, filling out some form of paperwork before tilting her head up as a sign of acknowledging my presence.
"It's unlike you to cause a scene," She goes back to doing her work, ignoring how I welcome myself to one of her chairs, proudly announcing,
"I'm in a relationship."
"Define relationship,"
She casually says, unbothered as I tended to be unserious during most, —definitely all of our sessions in the past.
"I don't want you to get too excited now, Doc so I'm going to phrase my next sentence with only one word."
"Go on,"
I briefly shake my head, consciously having an epiphany on how this lady may have just given up on me.
"Peaceful."
Folding her arms she rests her back against her chair.
"And why would you choose that word?"
