Guilty
Pain/Tragedy Contest Entry
Cole’s POV
“I want you to tell me about her, Cole. What was she like?”
I make it eighteen minutes into my first session before my therapist confronts me with this dreaded line of questioning. I can’t say that I knew it was coming, but I assumed that he would have to direct us here, to her, at some point, because he would be remiss to neglect entirely the reason why I’m here, in his office. The question sounds deceptively simple, but it isn’t. It is a request to dismantle a person whom I loved into a limited array of digestible adjectives—would funny or caring be enough, or what about sweet? He wants to understand me, and to get there from here he must understand her, what she meant to me. He must feel close to someone whom he didn’t know to comprehend how I, who did know her, would react. He wants me to pare her life, and our relationship, down into a few choice words, words that he w
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