Todos los capítulos de Wine Stained Lips: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

James' POV "Hello James." A middle age woman with a thick framed glasses sat opposite me with a notepad in her hands.I smiled and adjusted my back in order to be comfortable on the chair. "Hello."I finally decided to give a call to the number on the therapist card Gus gave me. I booked an appointment and it was my first session. The room was very nature themed. It had wooden decorations,plants and fresh flowers displayed around. There were pictures of birds. So many birds. Different types,painted,printed and some were hand sketched. They were all framed and hung in the wall.The women had a very distinct smile,it wasn't too wide because it will feel forced but it also wasn't narrow. It was a perfect measure of warmth that a smile can produce. "Are you comfortable?" She asked.I nodded."Why don't you go ahead and tell me about yourself?" She smiled.She had a perfectly done veneer and her glass rested on the tip of her nose. She a thick locks for hair and her skin was brown like le

James' POV "Welcome back James." My therapist said. I was back on the large sofa covered in pillows in the small room that looked like nature's paradise. I took a quick glance at the large frame of bird behind her ears and then,back at her."Hi." I said awkwardly. "I'm really sorry about storming off the other day." She smiled generously. "It's okay, most first interactions are with a little bit of... resistance."I sighed and picked up one of the pillows and held it in my hands. It was knitted with soft yarn and I felt a calming sensation as I held it. I couldn't put it down,it reminded of the kittened sweaters grandma use to gift us during the holidays."So let's start. Are you ready?" The asked. Her glasses rested low on her nose as she bent her head and looked at me thoroughly from above her lens. She had a dark brown eyes with gray spots that looked like little maps in her eyes. "Yeah...yes." I said.She smiles at me like she always does and opens her notepad. She crossed her

James' POV "Woah-- I missed a lot." Vinora said. I had just finished lunch when my sister called to check up on me. It was Halloween and everywhere was filled with creepy decorations and party preparation. Gus and I didn't go to work,so it was a very slow day until Vinora's call came in. We spoke for long and I ended up telling her about everything dad did when we were in Boston. Even more vulnerable,I opened up to her about Calla. "Yeah".My therapist says it would be easy to regulate my nervous system if I spoke to people I'm close to about my struggles. So far,Calla and Gus were the only two people who knew about what I was going through. Now,Vinora knows. I felt free telling her because we always shared a bond since we were little. Sometimes we'd joke about it being so because we were bonded by our childhood trauma. Regardless,she was my sister and my first true friend and I loved her. And like my therapist said 'talk to someone,you just need one true friend in your corner.'

James' POV "Well...I'm not leaving you here alone on Thanksgiving." Gus said with his brows curled into an evident frown."I'm not going Gus" I objected. Five minutes ago Gus had barged through the door excitedly after agreeing to a double date for Thanksgiving with a new prospect. The problem was,I was going to be the friend he finds for his new lover's friend. After several minutes of disagreeing to join him,he was getting tired of begging. Which to be fair,I was getting tired of saying "no" too."Please...I really like her...I haven't gone on a date since Harry. And she's really cool." He pleaded.I felt kinda bad because Gus had to break things off with Harry,who was probably the first guy he had ever been with since his bisexual awakening. Now he found someone else he really likes here in L.A and she's been all he has been talking about in the past three weeks. Regardless,I didn't want to go because I still love Calla and I didn't want to pretend I didn't,even for just a night.

James' POV Emotions are complex, especially when they are raw. After all, we're beings operating and exchanging frequencies that transcends into emotions. Sometimes,it hits you raw, you can feel it. I mean,you can physically feel it. Right now,it felt like a hundred hammer were dropping on my chest. But instead of pain,I felt weak and I felt lost.I could hear her sobbing behinde as I went back to her apartment to pick my stuff up. I grabbed them as quickly as I could before my legs got too weak and gave up on me. I left the building and googled the nearest hotel in sight.Not a single tear has fallen from my eyes. I was numb-- broken.I got into my new room with a medium sized bed in the middle. It was small. Or maybe my emotions had grown to big it had expanded my body. I felt suffocated. I shouldn't be mad. What right did I have to be mad at her? I broke up with her. I was the one that ran when it got hard. I was the one that pushed her love away like it was some kind of ticking