“What the hell are we doing here?”
“It’s called Immersion Therapy.”
“For what? Clowns? I’m frightened of sharks and deep water, you idiot.”
“I thought you said clowns.”
“You know, this just proves that you do not listen to me.”
John touches her arm, “I’m sorry.”
Maggie pushes him away, “no, you’re not.”
“I’m trying to help you.”
“Even if you’d gotten my irrational fear correct, I’d never agree to this shit!”
Maggie’s words still hung in the air, and John knew their relationship was over. She didn’t want to get better, and he didn’t want to help her anymore.
100 words/Genre: general fiction
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