1. Hold anything that has been touched by other people without disinfecting it first. 2. Hold anything that's in color red. 3. Being close to any man. 4. Allow someone to touch your hair. Dra. Ruby, my psychiatrist, paused. She didn't continue to read out loud what was on the list. For a few seconds, she just looked at the notes I had given her. "These are the things you were unable to do these past few weeks. You have five. But you were able to do these things before, yes?" "Y-yes." Dra. Ruby nodded then looked at the notes again, then back to me. "And your number five is 'sex.' I want to ask about this first. You can't do it now?" I shook my head. "I'd like to know, what do you feel when you hear or think about sex?" "It's... I find it disgusting." Dra. Ruby studied my face. "Why did you say disgusting? Sex is done by two people who are in love with each other." For a moment I was silent. Sex can be defined as a way to express how much two people love each other. But it can also be something to simply scratch whatever is need to be scratched. And it can also be used to destroy someone else's life. But in order to be okay, I needed to face number five. And I didn't know if I could. Or will someone be worth it to let it go again? To face my fears again. Then someone came along. His name is River. He was the most gorgeous man I have ever met. Yet he was as dangerous as my fears. Should I take the risk? Even if it meant, I will lose everything I worked hard for the past three years?