“What are you really scared of?” Ajabdeh sighed as she eyed the Therapist in her mundane beige attire, clicking on the edge of her pen. The all-white office had always been a safe space to vent for the teenager still dealing with her traumas. “Of making mistakes.” “Everyone makes mistakes, right?” The woman raised her eyebrows. Ajabdeh nodded. “And losing people.” She looked uneasy. “We have gone through this numerous times, Ajabdeh.” She put her pen down and leaned in. “You can’t push people away because you fear losing them. You lose them anyway, then.” Ajabdeh inhaled. “But he … this friend… his world is very different from mine… we don’t have anything in common.” “You just told me you felt a connection.” “Yes, and it was a stupid thought. He did not feel so.” She shook her head. “Did your… friend say so himself?” Ajabdeh looked up at the question. How could she tell the woman that she thought he was imagining someone else while in bed with her? Was that why he said her name aloud? ...