I don't know why it happened or how. But I started to fall in love with my therapist.

I know it's crazy, because this woman is the one who I tell all of my darkest secrets and thoughts to, she's also fifteen years older than me. I'm a twenty-five year old mess, she's a beautiful, accomplished woman who doesn't have the sort of baggage that I have.

The way the she looks at me, and really sees me, but doesn't judge me, it makes it hard for me not to fall in love with her.

From the wonderful twinkle of life in her blue eyes, to the little wrinkles that form in the corner of her eyes when she smiles. She is externally gorgeous, but her beauty also runs deeper than looks. She is the most genuine, kind and compassionate person I've ever met.

So I find myself putting light amount of make up on for my appointments, and dressing nicely to see if I get any hint of her feeling the same.

My heart beat increases more with every step to her office door. The name 'Doctor, Arizona Lasgo'. I hopelessly try to flatten my clothes, not that they are wrinkled to begin with. But she makes me nervous.

I knock on her door lightly, I hear some movement inside, before I'm greeted with her beautiful face, she smiles and for a second I think I see her eyes travel down my body but my anxiety makes me look away from her before I have a chance to judge whether or not she was looking me over.

"Heidi, come in." I smile at her and walk into her office, she closes and locks the door behind us. I take this moment to look over what she's wearing.

Black dress pants that hug her in all the right areas, a white turtle neck with a leather jacket. Her black spectacles are on her head, as she only needs them for her computer.

I move my eyes away from her before she catches me, and sit down on the couch in her office. Recently, she's been sitting next to me on the brown leather two seater couch.

I think it's to improve my comfort, as, the longer I've seen her, the closer she's been sitting to me, going off how comfortable I am getting with her.

She sits next to me and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop the smile from forming.

"So how has work been this week?" I smile at her efforts to ease into the session.

"Work is hard, but it's rewarding. I'm having trouble connecting with the new employees but I'm trying." She smiles and places her hand on my knee, patting my knee lightly.

"It's good that you're trying... how is your boy?" I smile and relax into her touch as well as the mention of my son.

"He's growing so fast, He's almost two. He's recently started to say hello to different people as we go past on our walks." She gives a little chuckle at my sons little traits.

"He sounds like a wonderful kid." I smile and nod my head at her words.

There's silence between the two of us for a small while. I stare down at my hands on my lap as I know what is coming.

Although, one thing I Didn't expect, was for Dr Lasgo to place her finger so lightly under my chin to make me look up at her. She as a soft smile on her face as she looks at me for a moment before saying anything.

"I know last week was a lot for you. But we are so close, do you think we can continue or is it too hard?" I try to move my gaze from her but she cups my cheek softly so I have to look at her.

"I-...I don't know. I'm not sure if I can remember anything else." I say, it's my honest answer.

The reason I go to counselling is due to an attack that had happened to me one year ago. The attack was so brutal I was left in a coma and cannot remember all of the details, so the person who did this to me, is still out there. I come to counselling for the trauma but also as a way to try and remember some of the details. Last week we were so close to getting the whole incident in order but it became too much for me.

I don't know if I can keep going through the memories of that.

"I know it's hard... but he is still out there, doing the same to other people. He needs to be stopped before he succeeds in killing someone." I can feel the anxiety overtaking my nervous system. She sees it as well, so she ceases her hand in mine.

"I'm going to be here every step of the way. We don't have to start from the beginning, you can start from when you got out of the car at the grocery store." I nod my head and take a deep breath.

"I was walking from the car park toward the entry. It was dark, the parking lot, but the store was lit up." I glance at her and she nods for me to continue. I close my eyes and try to put myself back there.

"I was half way to from my car, when I remembered my card was loose in the car and not in my wallet. So I went back to the car." I stop for a second, as something new flashes through my brain.

The image of the key in my hand, unlocking the car. I open the door, and afterward it goes blank. I open my eyes and look at Arizona, I know she knows that I've had another memory.

"Do you want to tell me?" She asks.

"It wasn't much, I remember going back to the car to get my card. I remember that I had the keys in my hand and unlocked the door. After that it went dark again." She smiles.

"That's okay, sometimes it comes back in little bits. Last week when we started we didn't even know that you went back to the car. The impression was you hadn't really made it out of your car." I nod my head. Trying to remember that she is right.

"Do you want to try some more?" I sigh and take a sip of my drink, before nodding.

I close my eyes and reply the same memory again and again until somethings different happens. As I open the car door, I hear someone's voice.

I don't know what they are saying. But I know that voice anywhere. I feel the panic set in and I'm beside myself, the panic and anxiety is kicking and and I find myself pacing around her office.

It's not until I feel her arms around me, and her body pressing against my back that I stop and start to calm down. She rests her head on my shoulders after some time, just holding me.

"You know who did this... don't you?" I give a small cry at her question.

"I knew he wasn't a good person but I didn't think he would do this." I say in almost a cry.

She turns me in her arms, so my chest is against hers. She tucks some of my hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek.

"Do you want to tell me? If you tell me I can inform your detective, you don't have to say it twice." I sigh, and close my eyes, I feel her forehead pressing lightly against mine.

"I know this is hard. But once he is put away it will help you move on." Her voice is almost begging for me to tell her.

"Henry." I feel her tense in whatever embrace this is.

"I will tell your detective." I move head off hers and lock my eyes with hers. I can't help but blush at how she's got watery eyes. From how invested she is with me and my progress.

"Heidi..." The way she said my name is like nothing I've heard before. There's almost a longing to her voice. But whatever she was going to say, she decides against it and moves a step back, wrapping her arms around herself.

"I'm glad that you will be able to move forward..." She says softly. Her eyes are looking everywhere but to me.

"But I think moving forward, you should see someone else." I feel my heart shatter instantly at her words.

"Can I ask, why?" She bites her lip, moving to behind her desk, she doesn't look up at me.

"I think you will benefit from seeing someone else." I fight the tears that want to fall.

"Okay." I say softly, before grabbing my things in silence and walking out.

As soon as I shut the door, I can feel the tears fall from my eyes. I don't want to see someone else.

I walk slowly out to the parking lot, walking to my car, I hop in and let myself cry it out for a little bit before starting up the engine.

The drive home is so quiet yet so loud and overwhelming with my thoughts. That is, until I see Henry's car, parked outside my house. I stop a few houses down from my place, thanking my lucky stars that my son is with his grandmother right now.

I grab my phone out and ring the detectives. It doesn't take long for them to arrive with sirens blaring. I watch as a two police cars block his car in my driveway and one police car stops in front of my car. I watch as police take henry away and my detectives get out of the car in front of mine.

What I didn't expect, was for Arizona to be with them. She says something to my detectives before walking to my passenger side door and getting into the car. The two detectives walk toward the scene unfolding.

I turn my focus to Arizona, who has been burning a whole into the side of my head with her intense stares.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? You didn't go up to him did you?" I try not to smile at all of the questions and concerns she has for me.

"I'm okay. I recognised his car so I parked here and called the detectives." She nods her head.

After a moment of silence, I can't help but ask.

"Why were you with them?" I watch as she bites her lip.

"I was telling detective Jason about Henry when he got your call." I nod my head.

"Well, that explains why you know. But, why did you come with them? I thought you wanted me to see someone else?" I watch as a hurt expression crosses her face, leaving as quickly as it came.

"I know I did. But that doesn't mean I don't care." She places her hand on top of mine and clasps it softly.

"I want you to see someone else because... I care too much." My heart skips a beat, jumping to conclusions.

"What do you mean you care too much?" My question comes out almost as a whisper, anticipating her response and not sure whether I do or don't want to know what she means.

"I mean... I'm too invested in you. I know where and when to draw the line, but with you I find it difficult. Earlier today, when I was holding you, I knew in that moment that I had lost all of my professionalism with you. My heart was beating like crazy and I could tell you feel it too. Which is why I can't be your therapist." I watch as her eyes brim with tears.

I cup her cheek with mine, her body visibly relaxing as she sighs, leaning into my soft hand.

"I am in love with you. Can't be your therapist when I'm in love with you." She doesn't look at me as she says it, almost as though she's scared to see my reaction.

I smile to myself, before leaning in and pressing my lips lightly to hers. In an instant, her hands are pulling me closer to her as she deepens the kiss.