A therapist and an idol, what could possibly go wrong?
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「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 an idol, haunted by suicidal thoughts, seeks solace from a therapist, unaware that their connection will become deeper. 」
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Under the caress of the zephyr, Sora embraced a rare and exquisite freedom. The night breeze, a gentle whisper against her skin, bestowed a tranquility that effortlessly whisked away the burdens that had tethered her thoughts.
In this ephemeral sanctuary, she found herself momentarily released from the weight of worry, as if the very essence of the night conspired to weave a cocoon of serenity around her, inviting a blissful forgetfulness of life's complexities.
In the tranquility of the speeding car along the freeway, Sora was enveloped in a profound sense of peace. With the windows down, she gazed at the stars overhead, their brilliance enhanced by the blasting music that filled the air.
Craving the caress of the wind, she boldly unclasped her seatbelt, allowing the rush of air to embrace her. Leaning out, half of her body surrendered to the breeze, legs still anchored inside the car. Her dress flirted shamelessly, ascending her thighs with each playful gust. The wind danced through her hair, a wild symphony orchestrated by the night.
Jay found himself captivated, unable to divert his gaze, a regretful twinge echoing his earlier refusal. As she returned, closing the window, a shared eruption of laughter concealed the pulsating undercurrent of tension, leaving both breathless in the wake of a moment too electrifying to ignore.
"Do you want to eat ramen?" she proposed.
Jay choked on his saliva at her suggestion, his thoughts spiraling elsewhere. She chuckled at his reaction, finding it endearing.
"Sorry you had to witness that," she said. "So unprofessional, a mess, quite unlike the psychologist you usually encounter at the clinic."
"But I like this side of you too," Jay confessed.
For a moment, she questioned if she misheard him. He claimed to appreciate this side of her, leaving her to ponder if he felt the same about her other facets. She always believed he disliked those aspects.
Yet, there are instances when people learn to love what they once detested, and more often than not, they end up cherishing what they once despised the most.
"So vulnerable, so audacious, quite different from the psychologist I encounter at the clinic. And I like it."
Because hate isn't the opposite of love; it's apathy. When someone hates another, there's still a connection, a feeling. Yet, when indifference sets in, it signals the absence of emotion, a void where feelings once resided.
