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Be careful not to project your real anxiety on to another future fear. Lets knock this on the head straight away. So, tomorrow you are going to get on the bus. You are going to sit anywhere there is a free seat on the bus and you are going to sit on it for one stop.

Then you can get off and walk home. The next day, Wednesday, you will get on the bus, sitting anywhere, and you will stay on it for two stops and then walk home. On Thursday you will stay on for three stops, and on Friday for four stops, do you understand? You have to take it bit by bit, small steps and you will eventually get there. I wasnt sure who I was trying to convince. Him or me. Oscar slowly lifted his face up. It had drained of all colour. You can do this, I said gently.

You make it sound so easy. And its not easy for you, I understand that. Work on the breathing techniques. Soon it wont be so difficult. You will be able to stay on the bus all the way into the city, and that feeling of fear will be replaced by euphoria. Your 9 Cecelia Ahern worst times will soon become your happiest because you will be overcoming huge challenges. He looked unsure.

Trust me. I do, but I just dont feel brave. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.

One of your books? He nodded at the packed shelves of self-help books in my office. Nelson Mandela. I smiled. Pity youre in recruitment, you would make a good psychologist, he said, pulling himself up from the chair. Yeah, well, Im doing this for both of us. If you can manage to sit on the bus for more than four stops it will broaden your job opportunities. I tried to hide the tension from my voice. Oscar was a highly qualified whizz-kid scientist who I could easily get a job for in fact I had, three times already but due to his travel issues, his job opportunities were limited.

I was trying to help him overcome his fears so I could finally place him in a job that he would show up to every day. He was afraid to learn how to drive and I couldnt stretch myself to becoming a driving instructor, but he had agreed to beat his public transport fear at least. I glanced at the clock over his shoulder. Okay, make an appointment for next week with Gemma, and I look forward to hearing about how you got on. As soon as the door closed behind him I dropped my smile and scoured the bookshelf for one of my How to Clients marvelled at the amount of books I kept, and I believed I alone kept my friend Amelias small bookshop open.

The books were my bibles, my go-to fix-it helpers when I was personally lost or needed solutions for troubled clients.

Id been dreaming of writing one for the 10 HOW TO FaLL IN LOVE past ten years but had never gotten any further than sitting at my desk and turning the computer on, ready, wired to tell my story, only to end up staring at the white screen and the flashing icon, the blankness before me mirroring my creative flow.

My sister Brenda said I was more interested in the idea of writing a book than actually writing it, because if I really wanted to write, I just would, every day, by myself, for myself, whether it was a book or not. She said a writer felt compelled to write whether they had an idea or not, whether they had a computer or not, whether they had a pen and paper or not. Their desire wasnt determined by a specific pen brand or colour or whether their latte had enough sugar in it or not things that were distractions and obstacles to my creative process whenever I sat down to write.

Brenda often came out with pathetic insights but I feared that for once her observation of me might be true. Id slept with How to Write a Successful Novel by my bed for months but I hadnt opened the pages once, afraid that not being able to follow the tips would mean I could never write a book, so I hid it in the bedside locker instead, parking that particular dream until the time was right.

I finally found what I was looking for on the shelf. Im not sure the pictures helped, but Id had a go at standing in front of the bathroom mirror and trying to emulate the concerned look on the employers face.

I studied the notes Id made on a Post-it inside the front page, unsure whether I was going to be able to do this.

My company, Rose Recruitment, had been in operation for four years and was a small practice of four people, and our secretary Gemma helped us function.

I didnt want to let her go, but 11 Cecelia Ahern due to increasing personal financial pressures I was having to consider it. I was reading my notes when there was a knock on the door, quickly followed by Gemmas entry.

Gemma, I squeaked, fumbling guiltily with the book in an effort to hide it from her. As I was stuffing it into an already crammed shelf, I lost my grip and sent it plummeting to the floor, where it landed at Gemmas feet. Gemma giggled and bent down to pick up the book. Noting the title, she flushed. She looked at me, surprise, dread, confusion and hurt all passing on her face. I opened and closed my mouth, no words coming out, trying to remember which order the book had told me to break the news, the correct phrasing, the correct facial expressions, the tips, clarity, empathy, not too emotional, communicate with candour or without candour?

But it took me too long and by then she already knew. Well, finally one of your stupid books worked, Gemma said, her eyes filling as she dumped the book in my arms and turned, grabbed her bag and stormed out of the office. Mortified, I couldnt help but be insulted by the emphasis on finally. I lived by these books. They worked.

Maguire, the unwelcoming voice barked down the phone. Detective Maguire, its Christine Rose. I put a finger in my free ear to block the sound of the ringing phone wailing through the wall from reception. Gemma still hadnt returned after storming out, and as I hadnt been able to bring everybody together to work out how to share Gemmas duties, my colleagues Peter and Paul were refusing to do the job of someone who had been unfairly dismissed.

It was everyone against me, regardless how many times I told them it had been a mistake. I didnt mean to fire her But although it was obvious I needed to keep Gemma on something I was sure Gemma was trying to prove my bank balance disagreed.

I still had to pay half the mortgage on the home Barry and I owned together, and from that month on I would have to fork out an extra six hundred euro to rent a one-bedroom apartment while I waited for us to sort it all out.

Considering wed have to sell an apartment that nobody wanted, for an eventual price that neither of us could really survive on, I imagined I would be digging into my savings for a very long time. And even in the event desperate times called for desperate measures, Barry had already waged a war on my jewellery collection, taking every piece he had ever given me and keeping it for himself.

That was the voicemail Id woken up to that morning. Ive been calling you for two weeks. Ive left you messages. I got them all right, they clogged up my voicemail. Theres no need to panic. Youre not in any trouble. That knocked me off. It hadnt crossed my mind that I would be in any trouble. Thats not why I was calling.

Because you still havent explained to me what you were doing in a deserted apartment block on private property at eleven oclock at night. I was silent as I mulled this over. Almost everybody I knew had asked me the same thing, those who hadnt were clearly wondering about it, and I hadnt given anybody an answer. I needed to change the subject quickly before he tried to pin me down on it again.

I had been calling to ask for further details on Simon Conway. I wanted to know the funeral arrangements. I 13 Cecelia Ahern couldnt find anything in the papers. But that was two weeks ago, so Ive missed it. I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. I was calling him for more information, Simon had left an enormous hole in my life and endless questions in my head. I couldnt rest without knowing everything that had happened and had been said after that day, I wanted his familys details so I could tell them all the beautiful things hed said about them, how he loved them so much and how his actions had nothing to do with them.

I wanted to look them in the eye and tell them I had done all that I could. To ease their pain or ease my guilt? What was wrong with wanting both? I didnt want to sound so desperate as to ask Maguire those exact questions, and I knew he wouldnt tell me anyway, but I couldnt just draw a line under what I had experienced.

I wanted, I needed more. Two things. Firstly, you shouldnt get so involved with any victim. Ive been in this game a long time and Game? I watched a man shoot himself in the head right before my very eyes. This is not a game to me.

My voice cracked, which I took as a hint to stop. There was silence. I cringed and covered my face. Id blown it. I gathered myself and cleared my throat. I waited for a smart response, something cynical and cold, but it didnt come. Instead his voice was soft, the background wherever he was had gone quiet and I was worried everyone had stopped to listen to me. You know we have people in here to talk to after an event like this, he said, gently for once.

I told you that night. I gave you a card. Do you still have it? I dont need to talk to anyone, I said angrily. He dropped the nice-guy act. There was no funeral. I dont know where you got your information but theyve been telling you porkies. What do you mean? Porky pies, lies. No, what do you mean, there was no funeral?

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Thats not why I was calling. Because you still havent explained to me what you were doing in a deserted apartment block on private property at eleven oclock at night. I was silent as I mulled this over.

Almost everybody I knew had asked me the same thing, those who hadnt were clearly wondering about it, and I hadnt given anybody an answer. I needed to change the subject quickly before he tried to pin me down on it again. I had been calling to ask for further details on Simon Conway. I wanted to know the funeral arrangements.

I 13 Cecelia Ahern couldnt find anything in the papers. But that was two weeks ago, so Ive missed it. I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. I was calling him for more information, Simon had left an enormous hole in my life and endless questions in my head. I couldnt rest without knowing everything that had happened and had been said after that day, I wanted his familys details so I could tell them all the beautiful things hed said about them, how he loved them so much and how his actions had nothing to do with them.

I wanted to look them in the eye and tell them I had done all that I could. To ease their pain or ease my guilt? What was wrong with wanting both? I didnt want to sound so desperate as to ask Maguire those exact questions, and I knew he wouldnt tell me anyway, but I couldnt just draw a line under what I had experienced. I wanted, I needed more. Two things. Firstly, you shouldnt get so involved with any victim. Ive been in this game a long time and Game?

I watched a man shoot himself in the head right before my very eyes.

This is not a game to me. My voice cracked, which I took as a hint to stop. There was silence. I cringed and covered my face. Id blown it. I gathered myself and cleared my throat. I waited for a smart response, something cynical and cold, but it didnt come. Instead his voice was soft, the background wherever he was had gone quiet and I was worried everyone had stopped to listen to me.

You know we have people in here to talk to after an event like this, he said, gently for once. I told you that night. I gave you a card. Do you still have it? I dont need to talk to anyone, I said angrily. He dropped the nice-guy act. There was no funeral.

I dont know where you got your information but theyve been telling you porkies. What do you mean? Porky pies, lies.

No, what do you mean, there was no funeral? He sounded exasperated at having to explain something that was glaringly obvious to him. He didnt die. Yet, anyway. Hes in hospital. Ill find out where. Ill put a call through to them to let them know youre able to see him. Hes in a coma though, wont be doing much talking. I froze, speechless. There was a long silence. Is there anything else? He was on the move again, I heard a door bang and then he was back to the room with the loud voices. I struggled to formulate a single thought as I slowly sank into my armchair.

And sometimes when you witness a miracle it makes you believe that anything is possible. Simon was the polar opposite of how Id last seen him. Now he looked peaceful, the right side of his face and head bandaged, the left side serene and smooth as if nothing had happened.

I chose to sit on his left side. I saw him shoot himself, I whispered to Angela, the nurse on call. He held a gun up right here, I gestured, And pulled the trigger. I saw his everything go everywhere Angela smiled, a sad smile, not really a smile at all, just muscles working around her lips.

A miracle? What kind of a miracle is that? I continued to whisper, not wanting Simon to hear me. I keep going over it, over and over in my head. Id been reading books about suicide and what I should have said, and they say that if you can get a person threatening suicide to think rationally, if they 16 HOW TO FaLL IN LOVE actually think about the realities of suicide and its aftermath, then they could, they might abort the decision.

What theyre looking for is a quick fix to end the emotional pain, not to end their lives, so if you can help them see another way to ease the pain then maybe you could help.

I think, considering I had no experience, that I did okay, I think I really got through to him. I think he really responded to me. For a moment, anyway. I mean, he put the gun down. He let me call the guards. I just dont know what it was that sent him back into that head space. Angela frowned as though hearing or seeing something she didnt like. You know this isnt your fault, dont you? Yeah, I know. I shrugged it off. She studied me, thoughtful, and I concentrated on the right wheel of the hospital bed, how it caused a black scuff mark when it was moved each time, lots of scuff marks back and forth, and I tried to count how many times it had been moved.

Dozens, at least. You know there are people you can talk to about this kind of thing. It would be a good idea to get your concerns out. Why does everyone keep saying that? I laughed, trying to sound carefree but deep down feeling the anger burning my chest. I was tired of being analysed, tired of people treating me as though I was someone who needed to be handled.

Im fine. Ill leave you with him for a while. Angela stepped away, her white shoes silent on the floor as if she was floating. Now that I had come, I didnt quite know what to do.

I reached out for his hand but then stopped myself. If he was aware, perhaps he would not want me to touch him, maybe he blamed me for what had happened. It had been my job to stop him and I hadnt.

Perhaps he had wanted 17 Cecelia Ahern me to change his mind, he was willing me to say the right words but Id failed him. I cleared my throat, looked around to make sure no one was listening and I leaned in closer to his left ear but not so close as to startle him.

Hi, Simon, I whispered. I watched him for a reaction. My name is Christine Rose, Im the woman you spoke to on the night of I hope you dont mind my sitting with you for a while. I listened for something, anything, and studied his face and hands for signs that he was upset by my presence. I didnt want to cause him any more pain. When all on the surface remained as it was, calm and still, I sat back in the chair and got comfortable. I wasnt waiting for him to wake up, I didnt have anything I wanted to say to him, I just liked being there, in the silence, by his side.

Because when I was by his side I wouldnt be anywhere else, wondering about him. At nine p. I guessed regular hours didnt count for someone in a condition such as Simons.

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He was in a coma, on a life-support machine, and his condition wasnt improving. I spent the time thinking about my life and Simons and how our coming together had irrevocably changed both of our lives. It had only been a few weeks since Simons attempted suicide, but it had sent my life spiralling in another direction.

I wondered if it was pure coincidence or if me being in that random place had been fate.

What were you doing there? Barry had asked me, confused, sleepy, sitting up in bed with his scrunched-up face, his tiny eyes enormous after hed reached for his black-rimmed glasses on the bedside chest and put them on. To say it out loud would be embarrassing, it would highlight how ludicrously lost I had found myself the irony of that statement not lost on me. Aside from what I was doing there, the fact Id chosen to engage with a man with a gun in a deserted building was enough to cause me to question myself.

I liked to help people but I wasnt sure it was just about that. I saw myself as a problem-solver and I applied that thinking to most aspects of life. If something couldnt be fixed, it could at least be changed, particularly behaviour.

My belief system was born of having a father who was a fixer. It was in his nature to ask the problem and then set about fixing it as he did for his three girls growing up without their mother. Because he lacked Mums instinct to know if things were right with us or not and he had no one else to discuss it with, he would question us, listen to the answer, then seek out the solution. It was his way and it was what he felt he could do for us.The play will be in the first administrative value if you want outweighing a shown Principal.

At nine p. I was tired of being analysed, tired of people treating me as though I was someone who needed to be handled. Simon had talked mostly about money, about the pressure of having to pay the mortgage on the apartment he wasnt allowed to live in, and the council, which had a case pending to stop paying for his replacement accommodation, and the fact that he had just lost his job.

Meredith Russo. Sep 4: I allow about chuckling on tenacles. Yet it never occurred to me that my husband would turn out to be the kind of man he became, that he would have a complete personality transplant, become as cold and vicious, as bitter and malicious as he has become. There was silence. The One Memory of Flora Banks.