𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
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LEONARDO
"It's. .it's still the fire. ."
"The smell of the smoke filling my nose, clouding my brain and suffocating me." I touched my chest, squeezing my eyes closed as I exhaled slowly, trying to calm my trembling body. "That claustrophobic feeling of being surrounded by bright, blazing hot lights. . .so chaotic, burning everything around me. The tightness of my chest running while trying to escape, the burning feeling in my dry eyes, the dizziness. I remember stumbling and hitting my head hard against a burning wall."
"The heat of the flames piercing through my skin-" I stopped, realising that I was gasping for breath, tightly gripping onto the chair, sweat dripping down my face as I wheezed, the tears blurring my vision.
Doctor Edwards was in front of me, his eyes calm and collected as he urged me to take regular, steady breaths with a glass of water ready in his hand. I followed the sound of his reassuring voice, my chest vividly rising and lowering at a calmer pace as I continued to lock eyes with him, clutching onto his support.
Closing my eyes, I threw my head back a little, my hand covering my face as I fought to regain my breath.
"It was so hot. ." I mumbled, my hand blocking my mouth. I sighed, feeling pathetic and embarrassed. "They're less frequent these days but I'm still afraid of fire and the dark. .like a fucking child. . .I still can't get over it. That's why Vincenzo manages everything - I can't. ."
"It's not 'childish' to have trauma, Leonardo," Doctor Edwards warmly refuted, shaking his head sympathetically at me. He pushed up his round glasses, taking a seat in his brown chair. "You have to remember that you are the victim. You have to be patient on this journey of healing-"
