I've messed up the chapter order, I tried to put a load on at once and confused myself, I'm sorting it out now thoguh, so have no fear, I am here!
kat xxx
Her memory had been cut of the time when her husband died. She couldn't remember much from before, almost nothing good. She'd very almost had everything she'd ever wanted from life, and that had been taken away. Now she had nothing, only bad memories. She slowly sprinkled food into fish the tank, it was almost too sad that the only people that really depended on her were her fish. Even her patients could survive without her: she wasn't the best.
Sometimes she wished her fish could talk, it would be nice to come home and compare days with someone, anyone. Looking at the phone, she considered calling the talking clock, just to hear someone speak, her apartment was too quiet, but it was late and her neighbours would complain if she turned on the television.
Chase and Foreman had invited her out for drinks this evening she almost wished she had accepted now, but she really hadn't been in the mood to sit around pretending to talk casually about work whilst the two men wondered what had annoyed her so much that afternoon.
They wouldn't understand even if she did tell them, and she certainly didn't intend to. No one did. But it sometimes seemed to be the best way.
She hadn't wanted to lie to him, but she loved him too much to tell him the truth. It hurt her to think he might still be mad at her, but she had to. She couldn't do anything else. She did for the best. She only wanted to do the best for him, for them. But sometimes even the best isn't good enough.