Beyond Repair - A Lumity Therapist AU

Chapter 1

Art is not mine^

Willow POV

I've been keeping a close eye on Luz for quite a while now. She has been acting weird when she started her shift today. Well, weirder than usual that is. A part of me wants to just go ahead and ask her what's wrong but the other part of me knows that she won't reveal much as she mostly keeps things to herself and that fact is making me worry for her even more. She seems so on edge today. She seems as if she's about to break. I took a glance at her. My eyes wandering around the Latina's figure who is currently busy attending customers by the cashier. She's acting chipper than usual and I know for a fact that it's just a mask that she's been wearing for a very long time now. But right now she looks as if she's holding onto that mask for dear life. Like that said mask would completely fall off if she ever let go.

The aura Luz was giving off today was very familiar. I tried to remember when have I felt that aura from her before. I was thinking hard, trying to remember while I kept on scrubbing the dishes. A few moments passed and I was about to give up until it suddenly came to me. Then it clicked. It was when I first met her.

The memory was just at the back of my head, as if it had just happened yesterday. Everything about that particular memory was so very vivid.

The crying. The wailing. The yelling. The hurting. And. The comfort.

❗️❗️T/W : suicide attempt ❗️❗️

The night was deep and the moon was full. The cold breeze gazing upon my revealed skin. I have been stressed from studying for finals that week and I was simply walking around for some fresh air but came to a halt when I saw a girl crying and wailing her heart out on an abandoned bridge. She looks like a Latina- American and was sitting on the flat rails of the bridge. Her short pixie cut was messed up and her clothes were torn all over. I noticed the bruises and cuts around her body. Blood was coating her clothes and her limbs.

The said Latina was wrapping her arms around her knees trying to hug herself for comfort.

I noticed movements next to her and I spotted an otter by her side that was moving around and it seems like she was conversing with the said otter. I couldn't hear what she was saying as I was albeit far from her but her crying and wailing was definitely within my hearing range.

I was hesitating on what I should do. Should I go up and comfort her or does she wants to be alone right now? Even if I do offer to comfort her, would she even accept it? I'm just a stranger to her.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a shrill yell. I focused my gaze and saw her head hung over as she balled her first to her head, clutching her hair with hot tears streaming down her face as she screams in frustration and agony. The otter next to her seems concerned, as if it knows that she's currently hurting. The otter kept rubbing itself softly against her thighs as a sign of comfort. The girl was still yelling in agony as she started to repeatedly hit her head with her balled first while slowly rocking herself forwards and backwards on the railing.

As I keep watching her, I felt my own tears threatening to spill. My heart instantly felt heavy with a pang of concern to top it all. I've never seen anyone so broken and fragile before. My thoughts went over to the fact that her position on the bridge seems to describe her emotions perfectly. Sitting on the railings of a bridge, only waiting for a certain push to make her fall over the edge. But it seems like she didn't want to wait for that push anymore.

It all happened so fast. My eyes went wide when she stood up, shaking and hyperventilating as she tries to keep her balance over that flat but not wide railing. I wanted to run over to her but I've never dealt with this situation before so all I could do was freeze in place.