~Hermes~
Alan is a f*****g worthless, incompetent therapist.
Because what kind of professional says something like:
"Maybe what you feel for her is more than s****l obsession."
Tsk.
That single sentence, that stupid, careless remark, was the trigger.
The scolding, the overreaction, how I treat her... Alan put those thoughts in my head. He's the reason this is happening.
And now she’s f*****g lying in a hospital bed.
I stare at her sleeping face. My foot won’t stop tapping, like a f*****g metronome counting down to nothing. The doctor still hasn’t come back. Shouldn’t someone be here by now? Shouldn’t she be awake by now?
I detest his. I detest how my chest feels tight, how my fingers keep twitching. She’s doing this to me. She crawled under my skin and now I can’t sit still.
Fuck
