Roger

Roger walked in and sat.

"I hate this couch. It symbolises all that is bad. It is misery, pain and anger - with a hint of confusion. I think I can taste a bit of getting ripped off too. It's pretty comfortable though. Does it come in a light blue?"

Sophie smiled and swept her dark hair to one side. She crossed her legs over and stared over at Roger, deep in thought. But said nothing.

Time passed. The stand-off continued.

Light peered in from under the lowered window shades. The room was all but bare. Two black couches faced each other. The air-conditioner hummed and purred, but to little effect. There were no paintings, no tables. Nothing friendly. But Sophie.

Roger stood, paced for 10 seconds, and sat back down. He took off his glasses and ran his hand through his hair.

"What can i say?"
"What do you want to say?" came the reply.

Roger couldn't help but smile.

"You're useless. I'd have as much fun talking to my apple."
The minutes passed.

Silence consumed the room like air. They breathed it. Deep, slow breaths.

Sophie made the move, "Change the circumstances. Go back one year. Before everything. Were you happy?"
"No."
"And now?"
"No."

"Can you see yourself being happy?
No. "Depends".

"Interesting".
"Well spotted Sherlock."

"What would make you happy?"
"You know."
"Anything else? Not money, fame, fortune? Sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll? A lamborghini. World peace?"
"No. Although I wouldn't turn down the car if you're offering..."

Sophie looked Roger up and down. She had known him for years. But he had changed somehow. Not visibly. He had discovered something. Someone.

"You're depressed", she commented. "But I thought you told me what you uncovered was an incredible thing."
"That's the irony of love. It warms your heart, but often it burns it. You know how to tell a man is in love? His mood swings are bigger than a woman's."
"What a lovely sentiment."
"I love her."
"So do something."
"I did. That's the problem. That's why we met, remember?"
"True."

Roger looked at his shoes. Sophie examined them too.

"You only live once. Jump in head first and hope you land in water."
"Thanks, Sophie. But if there is one thing I've learnt from our sessions, it's that you undoubtedly did not listen to your Psychology lecturer."

"See you next week?
"12pm Monday suit you?"
"Absolutely."

Roger paused at the door. He placed a finger on the handle, turned, "I hate her. But only for the next 5 minutes. You see my mood swings? I'm in love."

And he left.