Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
It wasn't until the fall of my junior year that I was myself again.
Even still, I continued my sessions. But that was for one reason and one reason only.
Ben.
He would make the trip to visit me at least once a month. He listened to me talk about anything and everything.
He never gave up on me.
He volunteered to attend Saturday sessions with myself and my counselor twice a month to be with me.
Officially.
As my boyfriend.
And I was − and still am − ridiculously in love with him.
Which is how we're here, engaged and strong in each other.
Strong enough to face what's in Forks.