AMY
I was furious after I had seen Pete in his office four days ago. That fool didn't say a word after I had shamelessly confessed to him. He had been the one approaching me, asking me to go back to therapy.
I had thought that by therapy, he had meant that he wanted me next to him. So all that drama was because he really wanted me to attend the sessions? Did he need the money I would pay or what?
I had decided that since the man I wanted didn't want me, and we would probably never get a chance together, it was probably time I made good use of this gift that I had which I had called an obsession over the years. To ease my stress and heal my heartbreak, I went to the ice cream shop close to his clinic. I had initially planned to go there and ask him why he was avoiding me. I barely saw
