She had her face pressed to the window of the car, watching the white lines on the side of the road as the car sucked them up and spit them out behind it. They reminded her of everything she was trying to forget.

His rough hands running down her sides as he brought their lips together.

His white shirt that he always let her wear.

She looked at the trees, at the nature. The little pond. The flowers.

The nature reminded her of him, too.

How beautiful he was.

The way he smelled.

"Miss Isles."

She didn't answer.

"Miss Isles?"

"Huh?" Her head snapped towards the voice, and she was brought back to the real world.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"Because I'm a fuckin' psycho?" the honey blonde replied.

"Language, please, Miss Isles."

"Don't call me that," she grumbled.

"What shall I call you, then?"

"Maura."

"Okay, Maura. Why do you think you're here?"

The memories played through her head.

The way he touched her.

The way he made her feel.

The way he whispered, 'I love you' in her ear.

She believed him.

"Maura?"

"I don't want to talk to you!" She snapped. "I moved to get away from all the bullshit! Not to talk about it with some woman who thinks she can fix people's problems, when she can't even fix her own damn problems!"

She got up and stormed out of the therapists office, slamming the door behind her. She ran outside and slouched down on the wall, bringing her head to her knees as she started to cry.

This wasn't what she wanted. She moved to get away from her old town.

To get away from him.

To try to escape what he did.

But she can't. She could never escape what he did.

She would never forget.


A/N: Hey guys! I realize this is a very short chapter, but I guess it's kind of just a test chapter. Shall I continue this story? I'll post the second chapter right after this and let you decide.

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