He touches my elbows.
Fu-
His fingertips?!
Cut me.
I snatch his hand.
And grab his collar.
R:”Do you want to start?”
P:”…”
R:”…”
1st time I see him smile.
It’s worse than I thought.
P:”Stop that.”
R:”I am done.”
P:”Not that.
That.”
He cuts his smile down.
What’s the touching for?
R:”Think about your most distant souvenirs.”
P:”What’s the-”
R:”Think!
Remember…”
Shouldn’t be too hard to-.
R:”Do not focus on it.”
P:”How should I do?”
R:”Let the thoughts come.
Do not visualize them.
Feel them.”
P:”That’s the rules?”
R:”Only the 1st one.”
P:”??”
R:”Remember…
Your most traumatic souvenir.”
P:”Why do you keep saying souvenir?”
R:”Same as the 1st one.
You do not want to visualize it.”
P:”…”
R:”The sensation.
The outcome.
The aftermath.
None of this has to be shaped precisely.”
P:”?”
R:”You seem confused.”
P:”Ha…”
R:”For the last one…”
P:”Yeah?”
R:”Do you have an Enjoyable Memory?”
P:”Got some.”
R:”Do you have a Fulfilling Memory?”
P:”…”
He touches my elbows again.
No cuts.
…
I punch him in the arm.
…
No answers.