Healing Love (Yizhan, Zhanyi) Love COMPLETED

Chapter 7 (Progression)

Chapter 7 (Progression)

I was really excited about my good work done with Yebo, Maybe to other people. It might seems as if nothing done. I know that there are some acceptance now between Yebo and myself. I just need more advice from my ever loving grandma. After all, I am only a student in training. It is great to pinch all the wisdom from her.

"Grandma, He watch the video with me" I told grandma

"That' great progress Zan, just continue to earn trust. Traumatic victims has lot of issue with trust. Make sure to promote an environment of safety for him. You know all about these, don't you" I looked at my grandma doubtfully. I know the theory but the practicality is really wide. However, all I could remember is I want to help Yebo. I felt a pulling sting in my heart when I see him that I know that I could not leave him alone in this sad state.

I just don't understand what I what is doing in myself, although I am a psychologist. I really look forward to seeing Yebo tomorrow. In fact, I have been counting down my days, no hours and minutes to the day of tomorrow.

I ponder about what I am going to do tomorrow. However, I smile at myself and expect the unexpected tomorrow. I just hope that there were more progress.

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It was raining cats and dogs outside. Rain was splashing non-stop at my window. I still have lots of homework to do when my table lamp is still on. There is my kind of punishment, doing two degrees together in the University. However, when I think of Yebo, everything seems worth it. How would I feel if Yebo comes out of his shell and be healed and happy again. I know my heart will burst out in joy. I am just thankful that I am in a degree that I can help others.

I carry a smile when I walk into Mr Jiang's room. He looks at me with a sparkles in his eyes. He told me that this morning Yebo asks if I am coming today.

"Wow, that was something unexpected, after all we only meet for 2 non-speaking sessions" I told Mr Jiang

"I don't know much about psychologist but I do know that there is something call fate. I am just thankful that you are the one that is fated to help him and you are willing to do so" Mr Jiang was happily holding my hand and thank me.

Then, it was Yebo's turn to see me, He came in with his school bag. He didn't pull a chair near the window but rather he sits on a chair opposite me, which is normal for any counselling sessions to begin.

I never take anything for granted, so I ask him

"Where do you want to sit" Yebo looks at me with some sparkle in his eyes.

He stands up and pull my chair beside him.

"Do you want me to sit beside you?" I ask him

"Mn" the melodious answer from Yebo.

Then Yebo point at the laptop on my table.

"You want me to bring my laptop" He nod his head.

However, he begins to take out his own silver Macbook which is the latest model.

I was amazed and don't know what he wants, two laptops, which one are we going to watch then.

I came and sit beside him. He immediately click on the motor races that were happening last week.

After watching silently for 15 minutes, my mind was wondering what I should ask him, in order for him to open up a bit and build the bridge of connection.

"Yebo, you kind of like motorbike racing, can you tell me what you like about it?" I asks him breaking the silent. Honestly, I wasn't expecting any respond and I am willing to expect nothing at all now.

"Control" Yebo answers me. I was shock but really happy. I try my luck again and maybe I can strike lotto today.

"Oh, what kind of control?" Yebo looks at me for a few minutes and then his eyes never leave me

"I...I...control.., so...that..nothing bad happens" Yebo voice trailing off softly.

After knowing his story, I can guess what he might be thinking. This is something that breaks my heart. I know that I have to thread gently. I probably guess that he is feeling a lot of guilt for his mother's death.

"No one can control everything. Yebo... you want to hear my story" I ask him. Yebo raise his head and nod slowly

"I have a very lovely dog that my mum brought for me at 8 years old. I was also a very naughty boy then. One day, I brought my dog out without a leash. All I was thinking was how sweet to cuddle my dog and walk. But I forgotten that dog can get excited. My dog jumps off me when he saw another dog and a car just kill him on the spot. I was totally heartbroken and cry for a week. My grandmother was the one who told me to think of the good times I have with my dog instead of that the dog is dead and I should be thankful for having good times instead of crying" I look at Yebo when I talk, he seems so immersed in me.

"However, I could not understand much at eight. I spent a lot of time crying and crying. It is good to cry and let it out, my grandma told me, but we also need to heal our wounds" I could see sadness in his eyes. However, what I did not expect was he was breathing too hard.

I was a very inexperience student psychologist, I probably has gone too deep too early and he got stress by me. I begin to hold his hand tight and sit close and opposite to him until out kneels were touching each other.

"Look at my eyes, Yebo and follow me and breathe and close your eyes" Yebo did as what I told him.

"Imagine that you are walking and the wind is blowing softly on y our face, it was a warm and soft wind and you are enjoying it" I continue to shift his mind from sadness to calm and I could feel his tighten hands stop trembling lots.

Slowly Yebo open his eyes, there was a small and slight smile on his face. He did something that shocked me. He stand up and begin to hug me.

I just pat him like a little puppy. We were hugging for quite a while, while I try to stoke and calm him down. (This is a fantasy story, real psychologist might not hug anyone. I don't know Heh heh).

Then Yebo turns to me and ask me something

"Can you come and watch me play basketball competition after school." It was an invitation from Yebo to me.

"Yes, of course Yebo. I will be at the school hall to watch you" I told him. I wonder why he calls me, is there no one there to support him.

Well, I will not miss any opportunity for having a good connection with him. Actually, my heart has some funny feeling like I want to actually see this boy playing basketball in action.

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