Lenora never met her real parents and the family that adopted her died in a terrible accident, leaving her to grow up with the sweet old couple who lived next door, who were more than happy to have the little 6 years girl to raise.
Despite her new...
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"Ines? Ines, are you listening to me?", the woman waved her hand in front of her, "Ines?"
Ines shook her head, returning to Earth, "Excuse me, what were you saying?"
On the other side of the room, the therapist sighed, "You weren't here for a moment, I thought you said this dissociation stopped."
Ines blew a chuckle, "I said they are less invasive than before."
The doctor fixed her glasses on her nose, shaking her head, "Ines, I know how much this is hard, but..."
"Did you lose your child?"
"No..."
"Then you don't know, I'm sorry."
Ines knew she wasn't reasoning with her head, but those days her heart was speaking pretty loudly.
She hated the pitiful looks she received from the people around her, so she tried to lock herself in her home most of the time. She didn't want to talk about her feelings, so she covered up by going to a therapist but without really opening up to her. She used those moments to take out the worst part of her personality, all the anger she was brooding flowed out her mouth in words filled with sarcasm and disrespect, changing completely her usual cheerful self.
She knew that wasn't the right behavior, but she couldn't stop herself from doing it.
She needed to kick out all those negative sensations.
And vomiting them on the therapist seemed the least harmful thing to do.
But she didn't understand that the woman in front of her understood more than what she looked like.
"I know you're here to vent, to cool down, to spit poison at someone you don't know or care about to feel better, but I'm not here just to listen to you," she clicked her pen close, "I might not be a hero or have a super cool quirk, but my job is to help and I want to help you, although you don't want it. I'll let you talk and then I'll crush your wall from the outside and I'll slowly pass through the cracks, 'cause you can't keep living this way," she let the pen fall from her hands onto the papers on the desk, "I read the articles, I saw the war on television, I cried when I heard about Lenora's death and I asked myself how a mother could live with this burden. And a month after you called my office, and I thought that somehow, I attracted you here. So, you're free to go whenever you want but if you stay here today and give me another hour of your time, I must tell you I'll take this as my mission and I'll give my best to help you back on your feet," she sighed, resting her back on the comfy couch, "it's up to you, now."
Ines didn't seem to listen to any of her words and simply stood up and walked to the front door, opening with a strong pull, and exiting the room.
Aoi was sure her speech hit the right points, but she had to face the reality; Ines and she weren't made to be patients and doctor. That was all.
