I've never been to a shrink's office, so I have no expectations other than bare white walls. Sterile, cold, clean."Are you going to tell him how you're feeling and shit?" Gabe teases as we walk up to the door.Giggling, I open the door and hold it for him. "I don't think it will be like that. He'll probably get me to do some exercises, maybe ask some heavy hitting questions. Thank you for coming with me, by the way."He waves a hand dismissively as we walk in. "Pish posh, of course I would come with you, darl. Are you nervous?"Once I step inside, I don't know whether I've stepped into a doctor's office or someone's house. The waiting room is like a lounge room, neatly decorated with subtle finesse. A picture of a beach is sprawled on each wall, each depicting beautiful scenery: rolling waves on idyllic sand, the golden sun, blue skies. Across from me is a large black coffee table with a neat stack of magazines. A small children's toy section is on the far right corner; a televisi
I think I've left Earth and entered another planet. Tokyo is out of this world. I'm done trying to make sense of this megalopolis, with its jigsaw of real estate and seething mass of people. The kaleidoscopic lights, crush of humanity, and sheer scale of it all makes it worthy of being the most populous metropolitan area in the world. A city of stunning contrasts, there's so much to do. There's the chance for quiet contemplation beside a carp pond in the Zen-like?Hamarikyu Gardens, the opportunity to watch locals retrieve their fortunes from wooden drawers at Buddhist?Senso-ji Temple, or take a visit to?Ueno Park. Across the colour-changing?Rainbow Bridge?lies?Odaiba's, the artificial island,?futuristic cityscape and Edo-style hot springs.It is even weirder and more bizarre than I ever expected and I am in awe of it all. Beside all those amazing and bizarre things, the city?throws out unexpected glimpses of its cultural core.?I didn't know what to expect, coming here with Tristan a
"How are you progressing? Are you doing your exercises routinely?" Dr. Edmund asks politely, the sound of his voice just as clear and crisp over the phone. I nod along. "Liz has been fantastic! To be honest, I was rather sceptical. I always thought therapy was so self-indulgent, but I'm really glad I did it."He laughs softly. "Self-indulgent, huh? I'm so glad to hear it. As you know, I couldn't treat you myself as it is not my primary area of expertise. Liz is a much better fit. I just hope you are getting a lot out of her."?Pacing around the room, I put the phone on loudspeaker.?With just one day left until the wedding and most of the plans all set in place, I've been enjoying myself in this wonderful city. Of course, I have not forgotten my commitment to the therapy. "I am! The exercises Liz and I have agreed to are really helping. The most I can do at this stage is look down for ten seconds. But it's getting better,?I can look for a whole ten seconds without screaming and curl
"That is perfect, arigato!" I speak into the phone, before dropping it on the bed. The cake is coming to the tea house ten minutes early, like I requested, just what I wanted to hear as a final detail to wrap up the ceremony. In Japan, it's very common to use imposter cakes at wedding receptions. A lot of them are made of artificial rubber and these faux confections are iced with wax. Since the wedding is such a small party, I opted to order a small Dulce de Leche cake from a bakery only a ten-minute drive from the tea house. A flourless vanilla cake with caramel icing and caramel drizzle, this is Janet's favourite flavour and it will be more than sufficient for the ten guests. I check my reflection, happy with my hair. Fastened in a loose sideways bun, I decided to tuck a pink cherry blossom above my left ear. My red lipstick isn't on my teeth, my winged eyeliner is applied immaculately, and my skin looks good. Happy with my efforts, I go back to my table to check my laptop before m
The ceremony was perfect, all of it. Even though Janet insisted she didn't want to be a blushing bride, she looked just as beautiful. Stepping out in a knee-length plum satin dress with a beady black jacket, her hair neatly styled in soft tendrils, she glowed as any other bride. Brett looked rather dashing in his light brown suit with a pink handkerchief in his suit pocket. The whole day felt like a family affair and they all made me feel so welcome. The ceremony was over an hour only and I don't think I saw Brett look anywhere else but right at Janet. They've been together a long time, and they're really good for each other. With only ten guests total, it was certainly small but I could feel the love in the room, as trite as that sounded. This is a family I would love to be a part of. I would be delighted to have Janet as a mother-in-law. Sure, she's unconventional and slightly off-kilter, but she's genuine and a real sweetheart. When Brett uttered his vows, it really was from the
It's been just over an hour since I left the restaurant and I am freshly showered, dressed in comfortable yoga pants and a tank top. A hot mug of matcha tea cradled in my hands, I am huddled on the arm chair as I look out at the city lights of Tokyo, contemplating my hasty exit. Looking down at my phone, I look over the numerous messages Tristan has left me.*Where are you?**Why did you leave?**Call me. You're worrying me.**What's wrong? Talk to me.*All those messages have gone unanswered, what can I say? Hey, I found out you were once engaged and now I'm sitting here, stewing away bitterly? No, it's much easier to ignore him and that's what I intend to keep doing. I realise that it's a tad dramatic and immature but too many thoughts are going through my head. Wearing the chocolate shaped pendant Tristan gifted me, I twirl it between my fingers, unable to cease the comparisons. Once upon a time, he gifted another woman a much more significant piece of jewellery. I can't beli
Just when I was trying to get over the shock of finding out about Tristan being engaged, now I have to stomach the fact that his ex-fiancée is no longer alive?I really don't feel so good."How?" I ask, my voice so quiet. Tristan's ex-fiancée is gone from this world? I've been jealous of a dead woman all along?Running his fingers through his hair, I can see despair and torture clogging up those whiskey eyes. "We used to love going for long drives. The Hamptons, Boston, Philadelphia, anywhere. It would be just the two of us, cranking her awful playlists of 80's and 90's pop songs but it was a great way to escape work." Then, he looks down at the ground, avoiding my gaze. "One night, we were driving back from Bear Mountain, and were cruising up the Palisades Parkway. It was a Sunday night, we had the music blared up real loud, and I was driving Billie's dingy second hand red hatchback. She was taking a nap, and I was enjoying the drive. Then"I can see the colour drain from his fa
"Excellent, you are making fantastic progress, Lacey!" Dr. Liz enthuses as she takes the virtual simulator helmet off my head. "You didn't even make a sound, hardly any reaction this time.""I'm surprised at myself, to be honest! Maybe I was just being a brat by avoiding heights."She laughs politely. "Not at all, your phobia was definitely genuine. It manifested over time, but you have been 100% committed to your sessions, and I think you can start living a complete life without my help."I'm partly surprised at her diagnosis. "Really? Aren't we supposed to have three more sessions?"She nods. "I think you have excelled so much during these sessions, you are better off incorporating heights in your everyday routine.""So using elevators more?""Yes, I would recommend you continually face heights where possible. Will you still be flying regularly? You were flying frequently the last few months, you said."My stomach flips. Not anymore. After I decided to quit working for Tristan