"The piano is good," Harry encouraged. "It’s not just sad and slow, it can also be used for cheerful songs." He understood why Taylor didn’t like the guitar anymore. He and Dr. Jennings listened in sympathetic silence as Taylor spilled her guts. "Forgetting isn’t easy, Taylor," the doctor finally said. "But the saying is true, time does eventually heal all wounds. I know you don’t believe it now, but you will forget about him. You will make new friends. You will move on with your life. And that’s a slow process, but there are little things you can do to get started." She paused and checked her watch. "Our time is almost up. Before you leave, I want to give you a homework assignment. Harry tells me that you’ve been behind on housework; I want you to take a day and just clean your house, alright? You’ll feel better afterwards, I promise. Have Harry help you, if you like. You’re a beautiful girl, so try and smile more, okay? It was nice meeting you." She gave Taylor a warm smile and Harry hugged his friend.
His eyes, his ocean blue eyes is what was plagued in her mind at that moment. She would never forget them. The girl wiped a tear as Dr. Jennings gave her a challenge to clean her house. Taylor nodded, picking up her back anxiously waiting to leave. All she had wanted was her sweats, Law and Order and a carton of Ice Cream. “I can try…” she mumbled, remembering when Keith came over to clean her house. “Thanks, Dr Jennings. It was great meeting you too. I’m sorry if I talk about Keith too much,” she said with a weak smile.
Harry was surprised that Taylor chose to stay. He would’ve thought she wanted to leave. He was glad that she wanted to share her emotions, now. He shot Taylor a small, encouraging smile as she spoke. Then he frowned at the mention of everyone siding with Keith. The therapist didn’t seem shocked by that. “We live in a very sexist world, Taylor. If you had been the one to leave the wedding, people would’ve called you terrible things. But since Keith is a man, they praise him. But you can’t let that stop you from being happy. If anything, the obstacles us women face should make us stronger. Have you tried writing some new songs? You could gain new followers and friends by writing an empowering, feminist album.” Harry nodded in agreement. “And you still have your current fanbase. There are lots of people who love you, Taylor.”
Taylor listened intently to Dr. Jennings. The world was sexist. She knew that to be true. Tears began to fall from her eyes quietly as she thought about writing. “I’ve written some. Mostly about him though. I’m just trying to find a new instrument, maybe the Piano? I’m not a guitar fan anymore…” she trailed off. The blonde singer shrugged, wiping a tear from her eye. “I feel like no one does love me, you know? My maid of Honor, Jen, I don’t know maybe it’s because she works with him all the time, but we aren’t as close anymore.” The girl grabbed another tissue, considering that maybe leaving was the best thing at this point. “He’s everywhere. I fall asleep and he’s there, I wake up and he’s there. I see a damn guitar and he’s there. I can’t look at anything without seeing him,” she said in a frustrated tone listening to her own heart break.
Harry nodded along to what Taylor is saying. “Yeah, I didn’t really like Taylor that much when we first met, and she probably didn’t like me. I became friends with Keith first, so since I was friends with him, I also became friends with her. But we didn’t get super close until…” He paused and looked at Taylor then back at the doctor. He didn’t need to say it for Dr. Jennings to understand. She also noticed that Taylor’s face was getting red, a sign that she was holding back tears. She immediately handed the girl a box of tissues, and Harry put an arm around her. “Do you wanna leave? We can,” he whispered to her.
Taylor took the box of tissues willingly, dabbing a bit at her eye. “He and Keith were really close,” she mumbled. The girl fiddled around with her left ring finger, still containing the engagement ring. With Harry whispering to her giving the option to leave, Taylor wanted to say yes in the worst way, but for some reason she felt like she needed to stay. “It’s okay… we can stay,” she whispered back to him. The blonde dabbed her eyes some more before letting out a sigh. “While everyone was praising Keith, Harry was there for me. It was if Keith was some kind of god that even my friends flocked to. His album sales even went up,” Taylor rambled, fighting back more tears.
Harry put a comforting hand on Taylor’s shoulder. Meanwhile, the therapist wrote something down. The atmosphere was less tense, and Harry was glad that Taylor was opening up. He also felt happy that he agreed to come with her, because he had a feeling that she would still be terrified if he wasn’t here. “Hey, I like dogs, too. I hope you don’t hold that against me,” Harry teased her. He dropped his hand from her shoulder and took hold of her hand again. Dr. Jenner smiled at the two friends from her chair. “You two seem quite close. How’d you meet?”
Taylor was grateful that Harry was with her. If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be here and even if she was,she wouldn’t dare trust the doctor. ”I won’t hold it against you. Only you’re Keith,” she giggled. Thankfully she was starting to. Taylor squeezed Harry’s hand tightly while listening to Dr. Jenner as she spoke, asking the two friends how they had met. “He’s my best friend,” Taylor started off. “I guess it wasn’t always that way though. At one point we didn’t see eye to eye. We met a couple of years ago, but we began to get really close when Keith and I…” she trailed off for a moment. “When we were together, and then after everything happened he just became my sanity in a way,” Taylor confessed suppressing the tears.
The doctor gave Taylor a warm smile. “She sounds wonderful, Taylor. It’s good that Meredith and Olivia have such a loving owner, and are in a good environment. Cats are very smart, you know. They can sense feelings, especially negative ones.” Harry nodded. “That is true. Whenever the kids are upset, Marcel can sense it and he immediately goes to snuggle with them. Your cats probably know when you’re sad, as well. And Meredith could probably tell that Keith doesn’t like cats.”
Taylor nodded and gave a soft smile. It made sense. Her cats had been flocking to her ever since the wedding that never happened. “That makes sense. Meredith never did cuddle with Keith, and I suppose my cats have been kind of flocking to me lately,” she trailed off with a soft mumble. She felt comfortable enough where she could finally say things like that; things that she wouldn’t have said before. “Keith is strictly a dog person… so it makes sense… I don’t know..”