My Dear Broken Girl

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"Welcome back, Ivy."
"Its Ivory, Dr.," she interrupted him. "If you mind."
Dr. Marin gritted his teeth but still forced a smile; her lack of manners was anything but new by now.
"How are you doing today?" he asked, trying to make any sort of conversation.
"Same as yesterday," she softly answered.
"How's that, if I'm allowed to ask?"
"Fine."
Just to clear things out for you, Dr. Simon A. Marin was no idiot. He had helped patients with depression, OCD, anxiety, and many other mental diseases. Over his nine years working at the Evergreen Sanitarium he had received and cured over sixty nine patients overall. Still, his 70th patient had the very last of him. He was done.

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"Well?"
"Miss Faye, if you allow me to say..." he cleared his throat and proceeded:
"She has no solution."
"What?" was the only thing her mouth allowed her to say.
He brought his chair closer to her and continued. "Ever since I received Mrs Ivory E. Faye inside my office, I've been stuck. I'll promise you, I have tried my best but..." he brought his rectangular glasses closer to his face. "It's her choice to move on or stay in the past. Her decision."

Veronica Faye didn't fight back. She simply nod and left the room. It's wasn't the doctor's fault that her daughter was broken. Or was broken.

{This was my official chapter, my dearest's. I know its sort of short, but I truly wanted to publish a chapter. Please enjoy and be free to comment what you thought}

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 12, 2018 ⏰

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