"You can see him whenever you want to Ava." Dr Wilson spoke softly, releasing her from his embrace. He could see Ava's face, full and reddened with tears, her lips quivered from too much crying.
Ava nodded. She's been working her mind to think of what to say to him. She lifted her head, and forced herself to study him. Nothing made her heart throb, like it did with the man she stalked in Los Angeles. Frodd's worst night mare, after Marcus Thompson.
Her feelings were just the same—as it had been. Plain. Platonic. Nothing extra. She wanted to speak, but her mouth made no sound, and her lips felt, heavy, like it was stuffed with water. She tried again. " Dr Wilson?" She said, admist soft sobs, striving not to feign pretence. " You know, l can't love you the way you want me to."
