Hearing those words made Tina cringed. Her mind travelled back to the things that she did that she wasn’t proud of.  She knew that in order for her to reach that road for her complete healing she had to accept and face the fact that she was indeed the one who did those things and she was hoping that after the therapy she would find the way to forgive herself.

 Lisa—Are you ready?

 Tina took a deep breath and said

 Tina—Yes

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It’s half an hour before eight on a Monday morning and yet the campus parking area was all quiet and peaceful. In just about thirty minutes, the tranquil environment would disappear as both faculties and students would start arriving and pulling their cars into their assigned parking lots but Richard Bohmer had been sitting inside his Buick for about two hours now anxiously waiting.

As he was sitting impatiently, he rubbed his temples, his mind was constantly whirling around about a million different things and he didn’t feel the slightest good about what was happening in his life recently. The evening before had been a long one, some woman, a busty blonde but that woman was no match for his sweet and beautiful Christina.

No, there was not even a comparison.

He scrabbled at his shirt pocket for a moment and extracted a smashed pack of Luckies. He tore the top open and dug out the last one between his finger and thumb. The lighter popped out and he lit up, taking a deep drag of nicotine. He blew a cloud of smoke out of the window and coughed. Richard’s breath fogged the windshield but quickly wiped it with his hands.

For a brief moment, he looked at himself in the rear view mirror and almost couldn’t recognize what he saw. Staring back at him was a slightly gaunt looking face, dark circles under the eyes, and a full-untrimmed beard and mustache. Gone was the boyish look, instead, he looked like ten years older than his actual age of forty-four. Many things changed; including his blue eyes that used to be bright and alive now seemed to be lifeless and sad.

It wasn’t really like this before. In fact, his life had been perfect. Well almost.