DAISY
He quickly grabs my arm and directs me to face him.
"She's my therapist. My therapist." His eyes were suddenly wide, he repeats as if I haven't heard him.
"What?" I blurt, confused.
"She wanted to come see you and so I brought her to your working place. There is nothing after that, she's just someone who listens and helps. That's it alone, Daisy."
I shouldn't but I have this feeling inside, I feel disappointed with myself. I let him down. It should be me he confide in not a pretty therapist, not anyone.
"Your therapist?" I swallowed, hoping the guilty haven't graciously appeared on my face.
"Yes, my therapist." He retorted.
We exchange a silent gaze for a brief period before I finally find my voice and vocalize. "Okay still that doesn't make it lesser, Riley is my best fri
