Roman
"Get her out of my system."
I stare at the ceiling, my head pressed on the pillow. I think that this is how Juliette sits when she comes here. This couch is way more comfortable than it looks.
"That's how I want you to help me." I say. "I want you to get Julia out of my system."
I turn to look at the therapist. Abigail Elliott. She insists that I call her Abby. It's shorter and less formal. I'm sure that she told the same to Juliette. She wants to make me feel special so that I can open up to her. Guess it's a thing that therapists do.
"Tell me about this Julia."
"She's twenty years older than me." I lie. "A forbidden love story. We were cursed even before our love story started. We started dating when I was twenty. She was forty. Now I'm thirty and she's fifty. She says she's
