Emily Rae Robles

the paradoxymoron

Adjustment (Flash Fiction: Day 7)

Prompt: Where will it be found?

He left one day, tired of the way she bossed him around.  ”Do this, do that, stay here, don’t you dare leave me,” she would say any time he tried to sneak out.  This time, he didn’t care.  He was sick of the responsibility placed on him to keep up her well-being at all times.  Deep down, he knew that it would also be good for her if he left.  He had always been the voice of reason, the one who would tell her she was staying up too late or working too hard.  Without him, she would be forced to find her way for herself.

She went into shock when she realized he was gone. She stayed in bed for days, panicking every time anyone asked her a question.  Finally, the doctor came and told her gently that he could bring him back.

“Please do,” she said.  ”I don’t know who I am outside of him.”

And so it was that the doctor brought back her sanity.

 

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February 5, 2011 - Posted by | flash fiction, psychiatric pstories, writings | , , , ,

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