Do you? / tzuyu x reader [completed]

Victory

Third Person P.O.V.

"Are you ready to leave?" 

"Yeah, I think. I want to make things better. Fix my mistakes."

"That's great. Then we're done here."

"What do you mean done? I won't see you more?"

"As your therapist, no. As your friend, of course."

Anne let out a relieved smile. In the past nine months she was working. Working hard to fight her addictions. And it was tough. And not the you need to try a little harder kind of tough, but the crying yourself to sleep and shouting out of frustration kind of tough. But she kept her promise to change for the better. And now, she was better than ever. Looking like the healthy woman she was. No more skinny looks with bags under her eyes. 

She could go back to be a womaniser with these looks and her career now. But she didn't want to. She got new clients and proved that she still was the best lawyer in town. Winning case after case. In the last nine months she achieved the impossible. And it sucked, it really did, but now, no-one can say that she didn't fight for anything in life. It really was her success.

But let's not forget about the woman who helped her through her journey, the woman, who was next to her when she felt weak. Flora Patris, a young therapist, whom Anne only met by accident. The usual coffee-shop story. One spills coffe on the other so she invites her to another cup.

"What are you thinking about?" - Flora asked, her brown eyes sparkling of joy.

"Nothing...just about how grateful I'm for meeting you." - Anne answered, smiling back. - "I don't want to mess up this time, Flora, I really don't." - her voice was weak. 

"Just listen to your feelings. That's all you need to do. Prove your love for her." - she said patting her back. 

"You know I'm not guided by my heart." - she laughed silently. - "Thinking comes first."

"If that was true, you wouldn't go back for her." - that left Anne speechless. - "So tell me...when will you go?" - Anne leaned back in the couch, taking in a deep breath.

"Tonight. I've already bought  an apartment in LA. And I'm selling the one here." - Flora nodded.

"Looks like, you're planning for long term."

"I do. I always did with her." - she shook her head. - "But I can't believe I'm doing this. I have never thought I would do this just for one girl."

"See? You do it when it's about THE one." - Flora said as she bit the end of the pen. - "Tell me every detail, when you get there." 

"I will. But I have to go and pack now. I'll drive at night so I should get some sleep."

"Yeah, you should." - she said, hugging her client/friend tightly. - "Take care, Anne. And whatever happens...I'm so very proud of you." 

"Thanks." - Anne said, letting go. - "For everything. And we'll keep in touch. I promise." - she looked back one last time from the door, before closing it carefully.

Stepping out to the fresh air. she felt happy. She hopped on her bike before riding back to the hotel where she stayed for one night. The tought of going back freaked her out but excited her at the same time. She hadn't talked to anybody since she left nine months ago. She didn't know anything about them. So basically she was jumping into the unknown by going back. 

There were clear differences between her staying in Italy and in San Francisco. In Europe, she didn't think about Tzuyu. She kept her out of her mind on purpose. But now, she thought of her. Every night. Flora gave her some so called homework. She needed to write down her feelings and thoughts every day, about Tzuyu, about her previous life and addictions. And so she did. That little exercise book held all of her secrets about her life before Tzuyu, with Tzuyu, after Tzuyu in Italy and here in San Francisco. Those pages were Anne Valentin herself. With all the good and the bad sides.