"It's been a year Seren, how are you doing now?" My therapist Lucy asks.
I sigh and close my eyes. "It's always going to be me trying to remember her. Trying to remember how the world felt like when she was still here. I miss her in ways that are always going to change me." I say quietly.
"And do you feel like you are making any progress?" She asks.
I roll my eyes at this question. Like I did in response to most bullshit that she spewed. "I'll put it this way Lucy, I have my days where I like to believe I've healed and then I have my days where the wound opens up deeper than before. Can I go now?" I ask standing up.
"We still have twenty minutes left." Lucy begins. "Well i'm leaving. The least my father can do is pay for my sadness. He's the reason this happened anyways." I say slamming the door.
"Seren, we should finish our session. Blaming your father for what happened is not the answer." She yells down the hall.
I shoot the middle finger up and jog down the stairs until i'm out of site.
If there's anything I learned this year it was that a loss is not always a lesson.
Sometimes it's just a fucking tragedy.