Temper

Temper

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jun 20, 2021
Amira Yuli, a twenty-five year old woman who has worked all the way to a well-paying job with zero help. But just as she reached the summit of that difficult mountain, a certain Dr. Ryan Drovel has interfered with her journey to the top. How will he effect her, will he benefit her? Or will he tear her down? ---- I clutched the collar of his white lab coat. "You've got some damn nerve! You hear me? You damn bastard!" I yelled. He simply grabbed my hand pulling it off his coat gently, not a single emotion displayed on the doctor's face. My voice quiets down until its barely above a whisper, "What did I do to you to even deserve this?" ----
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In the dimly lit waiting room of the therapist's office, a young woman sits with tense shoulders and determined eyes. She's just come out of her session-relieved, but still tangled in a quiet storm. She's a survivor of a traumatic kidnapping, and it shows-not in scars, but in the way she carries herself. Small in stature, yes, but you can feel the simmering anger beneath her skin, forged by everything she's been through and everything no one helped her fix. Across the room, another person waits. Quieter. Equally haunted. She fidgets, eyes darting, unable to stay still for long. There's history in her posture-years of growing up around violence, chaos, and never feeling safe. Her ADHD doesn't help; her mind's a pinball machine of thoughts, never landing, always spinning. When the first woman rises to leave, their eyes meet. Just for a second. Long enough to say everything words can't. "He's not really helping us, is he?" she murmurs under her breath. The other just nods. Silent. Knowing. Maybe they weren't supposed to meet again. But fate-messy, unpredictable fate-had other plans. Another day. Another place. Same ache in their bones. Something soft begins to grow between them. Tentative. Delicate. Real. They don't pretend it'll be easy, but in each other, they spot the flicker of something rare: hope. The kind that dares to whisper of healing, of peace, maybe even of love. "Even if we've only known each other a few months, it feels like I could tell you anything. Everything. From my darkest secrets to the dumbest memes. From late-night thoughts to chaotic brain farts. I don't know-It just feels right." -Clementine Sousa

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