(JOY)
ONE WEEK LATER, Martin and I met again. Not in the hospital as what we always do, but in a coffee shop near my apartment. That day was our scheduled out of town trip. In the phone, we’ve agreed that we will use his car to go to the resort where we will stay. Martin was the one who said he doesn’t want to go too far away. That was why we chose a private and quiet resort just a little outside the city.
I sat in a table farthest from the others. My suitcase was next to me. I was staring outside the glass wall, thinking of… nothing actually. My mind was blank and it was a good thing I guess. Better than the days before I started my sessions with Martin.
I was enjoying the silence inside my head when I was suddenly surprised by two strangers standing in front of me. I looked up. They
