CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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After 3 years…

“THIS IS OUR LAST SESSION for your therapy and I am hoping that this will really be the last, Mr. Florida.” His psychological doctor said while writing something on the white sheet.

Ms. Martinez has been his psychiatrist for three consecutive years and thankfully, she didn't give up on him. Kahit nakikita na nitong napakalalim ng pinagdaraanan niya, na wala ng ibang paraan para gumaling pa siya sa depresyon. The wound is too deep to heal that even time can’t heal. One year of crying and mourning for his beloved, he felt numb. Nagising nalang siya isang araw na namanhid na ang puso niya. Wala ng luhang lumalabas sa mga mata niya. He felt empty. No pain, just nothing.

“With all your respect, Mr. Florida, I don't want to see you here anymore.” Ms. Martinez raises her head and look at him. “Three years, Monroe, three continuous years. How can you move on if you're still believing that Lilith is alive—”

“Stop... mentioning her name,” he said almost in whisper. E