Writing is my only therapy

"What are you thinking?" He asked.   "Nothing" She said. *** "You know i recently read about the way Virginia woolf died.  It is strangely fascinating."  She said while looking straight with a blank face.  It was raining heavily and the window shield was drenching every minute even with the wipers On.   "Go ahead i am listening."  He said, highly focused due to the blurry visions not enabling him to ride the car comfortably.  His eyes are tensed and his hands are tightly gripping the steering wheel.  He knew her and he knew what will this conversation going to be. "She drowned herself to death.  She filled her heavy overcoat with pocket full of stones and walked straight into the lake." "Hmm.."  "And she wrote a suicide note and it some what horrifies me." "Why?" "Why?! I don't know. I don't have an answer for that." "Then why you decided to bring this topic now?" "What happ...