Grief suddenly enveloped me. I seemed to have aged a lot. Cassey said that during a woman’s prime, she should be smiling brightly like a flower and be full of youthful spirit. I was too dull and boring.
Just as my thoughts went wild thinking about it, my stomach churned and I lowered my head to dry heave.
I threw up all the food I ate just now.
Theo ran over when he heard it.
With nothing else to throw up, I rinsed my mouth and comforted him. "I'm okay. I may have eaten too much."
When I came out of the bathroom, he hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry.”
I pursed my lips. I knew he was heartbroken.
The doctor said that treatment for depression must be accompanied by psychotherapy. However, I resisted psychotherapy because it involved digging out the raw and bloody past and presenting it in front of me.
I leaned in his arms calmly. I was the one patting his back to comfort him instead. "I'm okay. It’s no big deal. I’ll be okay.”
That night, he embraced me exceptionally tightly.
Cassey and Caleb’s wedding was scheduled for the
end of the year on December 12.
Theo and I naturally received an invitation. She gave me a call asking me to try on a gown. I did not realize what was happening at first and even joked that Caleb would have to break the bank every year on December 12.
Cassey sneered softly. "I want him to break the bank, alright."
I laughed and said no more.
"Let me know if the gown doesn’t fit you and I'll ask someone to send you a new one. The makeup artist will go to your place on the day of the wedding because I'm worried that you'll not put on any makeup at all. You need to look dazzling as my bridesmaid."
Huh?
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