Malina swallowed deeply, as his thumbs repeatedly smoothed over the page.
“ And what did your psychologist say to that?”
“He told me that my protectiveness over you and your health was a coping mechanism to suppress loss. My delusions were ongoing, undiagnosed psychosis episodes due to the severity of what I saw.” The pendants on his neck shimmered in the sun, soft rays seeped through the window.
“I wanted to apologize to you.” his voice became soft. “ I was cruel.”
She began to shake her head, moving in his space “ No more.”straddling him, Malina took his face in her hands. “You’re not the only person that has to wipe your tears away. “
“These are happy tears,” his eyes sparkled. “ I’m grateful that I got to tell you...I didn’t think I would get the opportunity.”
Malina understood it wasn’t enough to describe what she felt for him.
Love from this point on was a very, very small word.
“But I can’t tell you the rest.” his body hummed.
“Why?” she pressed her face in the nook of his neck.
“Patient confidentiality” he teased.