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“Is he family?” she pried.
“I don’t want to talk about him,” I snapped.
She pursed her lips but didn’t say or ask anything else. Silence tickled my skin.
I sighed. “He used to be the only thing worth living for,” I finally whispered.
“Used to?”
“He’s not in my life anymore,” I clarified.
“Are you sure?” she asked in an amused voice. I couldn’t blame her. He was in my hospital room when she came in. And right now, he was probably waiting for us to finish. She wouldn’t understand the walls between us. We were both Berlin, but I was the West when he was the East.
I closed my eyes.
“Would you do something for me, Maya?” Tina asked after a moment of silence.
I opened my eyes and stared at her without giving an answer, but she took it as an agreement it seemed.
“Let’s think this incident as an accident-”
“It wasn’t an accident,” I interrupted her.
She nodded. “I just want you to pretend like it was,” she said and continued, “and think about the things you’d miss
if you didn’t fail like you think you did.”
“Nothing. I’d miss nothing,” I answered tersely.
She smiled sadly, standing up to leave. “Don’t answer me now. I’ll see you again tomorrow. Think until then,” she said and left my room after a pointed look at me.
“I’d miss nothing,” I said to myself, but there was a whisper at the back of my mind saying, “I’d miss him. Even the memories that hurt the most.”
CHAPTER 8
ZEKE
I was restless as I waited for them to finish the session. I wanted to be inside, be sure that Maya was okay. Placing my hand on my knee, I forced my leg to stop bouncing. I was nervous, hardly in control of the feelings storming inside me. No one had ever seen me like that. No one had ever managed to make me feel like that. Only her. Only Maya.
She was my lifeline as much as my Kryptonite.
I jumped to my feet when the door of her room opened. The therapist gave me an understanding and sad smile when she saw me.
“Can we talk a moment, please?” she asked. I nodded once.
“I assume you are family,” she said.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Maya needs help, Mister…”
“Wyatt.”
“Maya needs help, Mister Wyatt. She isn't happy, and she has reasons to repeat the same action. She needs to see someone regularly. Her life needs some improvement. She needs to be away from the problems in her life,” she said in a serious tone.
I nodded. “I’ll take care of her. I'll make her see the best therapist in the city,” I started. “No offense,” I added with an apologetic smile.
She shook her head. “That would be the best for her. But try not to push her. Make her adjust things slowly.”
