Author's Note: I have no idea whatsoever how to organize this. Don't attack me because of my horrible writing. I know I suck. _. I have excerpts here and there…maybe I'll rearrange my excerpts towards the end and then THEY'LL finally make more sense. X_x Sorry for making it a bit confusing. Organizing my storyline is a bit confusing too. =X.
"I don't believe in love."
"Why not?"
"Because I love isn't true. Because I know fairy tales are just stories. Because I know there's no such thing as perfection. Because I don't believe everything people tell me. Because I know all people are misguided. Aren't any of those good enough reasons, doc?"
"Fair enough."
"You believe in it don't you?"
"Believe in what?"
"Love."
"Yes-I do."
"Why do you believe in it?"
"Why don't you believe in it? What's keeping you from believing in it?"
"The truth."
"You hesitated?"
" No I didn't- Love is too idealistic…"
"Idealistic?"
"When you allow yourself to believe in idealistic things…you begin to instill hope in yourself. Hope that things will be okay. Hope that happy endings are true. The thing called "hope" is very similar to the thing called "fairy tales." Neither one exists in reality."
"But people believe in both of these things."
"People believe in God too, but God doesn't exist. God didn't make the people, the people made God."
"Is he too idealistic as well?"
"Yes, believing in God makes you believe that everything will work out that everything will be okay."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Because nothing was ever okay. Nothing is okay. And nothing will ever be okay. In the end, there's no one there to help you…not even God. No matter how hard you pray."
"Serena, did you use to believe in him?"
"Yes…I use to. I use to pray to him. He didn't do anything…"
"About what?"
"Look, doc I don't need you to give me a religious sermon."
"Ser-"
"There's a reason why I purposely avoid religious matters. I don't need my psychologist to become a Catholic priest."
"Ser-"
"The session is over isn't it? Goodbye doc."
"Goodbye Serena."