Therapist

Chapter 6 〰 Beauty

Lia's POV

"...I grew up in a house my father worked so hard to own. Studying with complete dedication during his high school years just to get his dream job and earn money on his own. He's always lookin out for the future. How I'd be educated, and how I'd be able to socialize, make friends and such. But sadly the only thing I've accomplished well is my successful education."

"Straight A student, huh?"

"Yup," I said before a soft chuckle escaped my lips. His teeth being vulnerable made me feel more comfortable. His smile. Seeing someone smile at me is calming.

He slowly took a deep breath, nodding before his voice filled my ears.

"I remember how I used to hate school just because I don't have any friends. I was that excluded child that was too weird to mingle with, nobody liked sitting with me. My self esteem was too broken to go out there and get rejected once again. I'm just going to tell you that, whatever it is you're going through, always remember: you can push through it. No matter how hard it is. Later on, the fog will clear up...sure, there will be rainy days, but remember; a rainbow never arrives without the tears of the sky."

I carefully listened to his soft, yet somehow shaky and strong voice as it rang through the huge room, probably consuming two floors in one with a very high ceiling. My smile never faded and I couldn't help but rest my back and admire the words. I loved talking to someone. I loved having someone's attention, opening up to them.

"Well how did you go through it? How did you make the atmosphere so calm?" I curiously inquired before he sat much closer and folded his arms.

"I found my safe place," The green flecks in his orbs shone as he spoke, looking down at his big, veiny hands, "I- here, look, I want you to get very comfortabl." He broke his rambling off and I slowly took off my sneakers and crossed my legs.

Talk about a weird man.

"Close your eyes, Lia."

I followed his eerie instructions, and yet still felt his eyes burn into me.

"I want you to narrate, the most relaxing view you'd ever imagine," his hands softly held my shoulders before a click was heard through the room.

"A natural sight, with lots and lots of trees scattered everywhere. Soft music ringing through the place somehow. Old, mysterious music. I'm sitting laid on the grass watching the autumn leaves fall on me while I...read."

"Read what?"

"Romance. Happy, romantic stories," I was too relaxed to make a double take about what I was saying. An amazing scent was filling my lungs and I was enjoying everything around me.

"...you can open your eyes now," he slowly said after a long pause. I opened my eyes, the smile never fading. The room room was dimmed and candles were lit everywhere. He held a small copybook, writing swiftly and quickly while I just blushed at how he changed the atmosphere.

About to inquire the cause of the room transformation, he looked up at me for a split second, his little smile stuck along with his masculine features.

"The lights went out," he awkwardly scratched the back of his head, closing the notebook.

Mind reader.

"So...from what I've seen, therapy is...laying on that big lounge chair, and taking notes."

"We're doing that, it's much more relaxing. I want us to get to know each other firstly, before getting to know the deep locked in secrets. You don't want a stranger knowing about your deepest, darkest secrets now, do you?" His hands slowly loosened the tie around his neck before I nodded.