Butterflies fill my stomach as I sit in Everett's office. I have finished my work early and I am about to leave. I have my first appointment with the r**e counsellor today. I am beginning to regret making the booking. I know it is an important tool in recovering from this, but I still don't want to go. I know I will have to relive the whole thing again, describing every detail and explaining how it made me feel. I finally feel like I am moving on, despite the letters from Damon that came afterwards. Everett makes the entire situation better, I wouldn't be coping as well if I didn't have him by my side.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Asks Everett.
"No, this is something I need to do alone, besides, you still have work to do. I'll see you at home, ok?"
"Alright, but
