Daniel Brühl One-Shots [Discontinued]

Therapy | Laszlo Kreizler

Trigger Warning: Mention of self harm and suicide
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"I think you should just get a different Alienist. I don't trust him." My friend said as we had tea. Most of the city didn't trust or like Dr. Kreizler's methods when it came to psychology. Hell, most people don't even know what psychology is. But I know he is a good person and a good Alienist. "I know you don't, but he has been helping me. Can't you see that?" I said with slightly furrowed brows. For a long time I haven't been happy and it has recently gotten worse.... way... way worse. Over the past five months I've been having thoughts I probably shouldn't be having; thoughts of self harm and suicide. Ever since I started going to Dr. Kreizler I haven't been having those thoughts as much as I had been. "Yeah... you have been doing better ever since you started seeing him. I'm sorry for being rude." She said with a guilty look in her eyes. "It's okay. I know that your family have negative opinions on him, and it's hard to change your mind." I said with a small smile. The two of us talked and drank tea. Then I left to go to my therapy session with Dr. Kreizler. I was happy and excited to see him like always. Especially when I've gotten through a week without having bad thoughts. I entered his institute for abandoned and wayward children.

His work has made me very fond of him. He really knew how to talk to kids in a way that let them see they weren't younger or inferior to him. I've gotten the privilege to see him interact with his students, as he calls them. They were students though technically because he was giving them an education while they were living there. I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind as I knocked on he office door. "Come in." I hear him say, and smile as I open the door. He was sitting at his desk doing some kind of paperwork. He was wearing his usual black suit and his adorable round glasses. "Good afternoon, Dr. Kreizler." I said with a smile. "Good afternoon, y/n. Have a seat and I'll be with you in a moment." He said with a small smile. I sit down in my usual seat and waited patiently. Once he finished what he was doing wrong got started. He asked me how I had been and everything. Plus he asked me questions that would let him know more about how I've been feeling than I realized. But to me it was all okay because I knew he was helping me. Eventually we ended today's therapy session; he told me to keep journaling, which was a big thing that has been helping me understand why I feel the way I do. We said our goodbyes and I left his office. I could hear a few children laughing and playing before I left the institute.

A few days passed, and I started feeling a little sad. So I decided to take a walk in Stuyvesant park. It was the closest park to my apartment, so it was easier for me to go there instead of anywhere else. As I walked around I admired the way the breeze ruffled the tree's leaves, the flowers, the birds, butterflies, etc. My heart felt lighter when I spotted someone I wasn't expecting to see today. Dr. Kreizler was sitting on a park bench observing the other people enjoying the lovely day. "Hey, how are you?" I ask, catching his attention. "Oh, hello y/n. What brings you to Stuyvesant park?" He asked with slightly furrowed brows. "I don't live to far from here and I decided to take a walk." I replied. His expression relaxed and a small smile spread across his handsome face. "It is a nice day for it." He said. I asked if I could join him, and he said that I could. So I sat down next to him and looked around at the view he was taking in. Then he started telling me things about certain people who were in the park that day. It seemed like he really couldn't turn off the Alienist in him. "Do you ever come here to relax? Or... do you just do this all the time?" I asked, and he seemed to understand what I was meaning. "I can't turn it off when I'm around people unfortunately. The only time I really get a break is when I'm at the opera." He said, looking at me. I looked at him too and suggested that he and I go to the opera some time. He voiced that he wasn't sure if that was a good idea since I'm one of his patients, but I ended up convict him. I was looking forward to going to the opera with him.

It gave me the opportunity to see him in a setting where he wasn't analyzing everything. And I'm sure he probably wouldn't mind having a companion to accompany him. But I did hope this wouldn't ruin our professional relationship. Somehow I kind of felt like it would only strengthen it, and help him see into my mind better. Or maybe it was just be being overly positive about spending more time with my favorite Alienist.

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