❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭...❞

❝𝙃𝙞𝙢...❞

ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕒'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍

I let out an irritated sigh as I enter the office of the so-called therapist person my parents signed me up for, a annoyed grunt escapes from my mouth as I walk over to one of the comfy sofa-looking seats and plop down onto it. I look in front of me and I see a small round black wood table with two empty white mugs. Seeing this makes me assume this office was busy before I came here, 'this therapist has to be a busy person', I thought to myself as my eyes wander around the office and observe my surroundings, the office has white walls and a few frameworks of famous quotes, I notice there were minimal amounts of plants and beautiful flowers around the office like a spiny rose plant that is placed in one of the corners of the office. I also notice that there is a stack of documents on the therapist's desk, which also tells me that this office is constantly being visited by potential clients. I let out a small sigh as I crossed my arms, I assume that this appointment is not going to be that bad, and maybe future appointments aren't going to be bad either, I mean, judging by the appearance of the office and the comforting aura it brings, I might try giving this opportunity a chance. Besides the appearance of this place can indicate that the therapist can also be understanding and sympathetic... Right?.

𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕡. . .

I wait two long, agonizing hours to no avail, the therapist has not shown up yet. I make a loud and dramatic grunt that resonated throughout the office, it is loud enough that if there were other people in this building they would have heard it, but I didn't care. I glance furiously around my surroundings to find someone who would have accompanied me, but nobody was in sight, not even the therapist.

This angers me more, "Why do I have to waste two long hours on a pathetic therapist session!?- The therapist doesn't even show up!", I angrily mutter to myself. I lean on the cosy seat I am sitting on and stare at the wall and zoning off, just to pass the time. After a while of staring into space, I suddenly hear the door handle turning, This spontaneous noise makes me shudder and I immediately tear my gaze off the wall and move it in the direction of the noise, the office door. I saw an intimidating person wearing a white lab-looking coat of some sort, I couldn't make it out because, in zero point five seconds, I had shut my eyes and shielded my face with both of my arms. That was until I look through one of my eyes and caught a glimpse of a shockingly attractive-looking gentleman.

"No need to fear me new client, you're safe with me".

'Wait, what? His voice- it's kind of alluring and comforting- yet kind of sexy at the same time?! How can this be possible?', I nervously bite my lip and feel my cheeks heat up, "Come on now, don't be shy, I'm just here to help you okay-", He calmly states as he sits on one of those comfy sofa-looking seats across from me. I nod nervously in response but remain stationary in the same defensive position. He frowns and crosses his arms and blurts out in a slightly annoyed tone, "Uncover your face please and cooperate with me, or else I can't help you". I quickly in response, uncover my face and put my arms by my sides, "Look at me", He demands and I immediately did so, paying attention to him and looking up at him. He chuckles slightly knowing how shaken up I was by his unexpected presence, he reassuringly asks me, "Need anything water or-?", I interrupt him by quickly shaking my head at his request. He is a little shocked by the instant response, but he just shrugs it off and begins to explain why he was late to our session.

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