'What are we?'
They were the odd ones. The people who was not 'normal', the one with mental illness.
'Was it our fault?'
No, the one who made them like this were the one at fault. The healthy, normal people.
'What will happen to us after this?'
Death. It was the only thing that awaited them, the sole option they made for themselves.
'What will you do?'
We would offer you our help. We didn't understand you, but we would like to try and help you. We would do everything to 'cure' you. Because, no one was better in this field than us. Because, no one could love you more than we did. Because, no better place for you to come than 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐦.
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This is a story of patients with mental problems and their psychiatrists. I don't know much about mental illness and all, but i'm taking on the challenge to write this genre. English is not my first language, so excuse my grammar and other mistakes along the story. Lastly, enjoy the sessions (。•ω•。)
WARNING : WHILE I WON'T DWELVE MUCH INTO THE ISSUE DUE TO MY LACK OF KNOWLEDGE AND EXPERIENCE, BEWARE OF ANY TRIGGERS.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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