Emily's heel(14)
He wishes he could talk to someone. Maybe his therapist would understand, maybe his counselor. Maybe someone who wasn't his ex-wife, maybe someone who isn't completely convinced that he committed suicide. Maybe some other kind of person who knows what it's like to lose someone you love, but won't help you because they don't have the luxury of feeling the same way you do. Maybe some nice doctor he could hire. Someone who would listen to him rant about his stupid feelings for Emily and tell him he's crazy because she doesn't feel anything for him. A friend might do that.
A friend who would actually care about him.
He sighs.
That's what he needs.
"I want pizza," he mutters angrily to himself, grabbing the remote from the coffee table beside his bed. As he searches through their DVD collection looking for the one he wants (the one he knows she'd enjoy watching), he can't help but remember those conversations they used to have about what they'd watch if they had a chance to go back in time and do it differently.