Chris also didn't really know how to let go of his feelings. Which was precisely how he eared the reputation of 'bitchy whitelighter' and that guy who just didn't know how to have fun.

He wasn't sure if it was better or worse that Wilhelm was trampling over his friends creation. Maybe it was better to let the anger out. He couldn't take his anger out on the friend who was no longer there, so this was better than nothing. And then....then he didn't have to look at it anymore. There was a sort of freedom in that, Chris supposed. A canvas, ready to start over.

"You must be more enlightened than me. An entire therapy session and some screaming and I still can't let go. But I'm glad it helped you. At least a bit."

Maybe the wounds would always hurt. Maybe there was nothing you could do but wait for them to scar over. And just try not to keep picking them open.