“We may have accidentally switched roles here,” he said when she started paying attention. This produced a laugh out of the female.

“What, I the therapist and you the patient?” she questioned, still giggling.

“It’s not as far-fetched as you’d think, Rachel.” He sounded as calm as ever. “You’ve just given me a way to get through a crisis of my own.”

“Oh?” She’d had this therapist for a number of years, and he no longer served psychological purpose; she’d stopped all her self destruction shortly after he started working. He was simply a friend now, exchanging stories of their lives, families, and relationships. Still, it was hard to picture him having crises until he was in one.

“Yeah.” His voice was casual now, almost like an older brother. “I’ve been through another breakup. This one, however, has been worse than anything. But I don’t think we were soulmates, or even if there is such. I’ll find another, I just have to help my heart stand on its own. I wasn’t sure if I could.”

“If I can, so can you.”