Whispers on Canvas (Liskook)

Lisa stood before her patient's canvas, where chaotic strokes of red and black collided with raw emotion. The lady within seemed nearly invisible amid the intensity. A shiver ran down Lisa's spine as she remembered her first session with Jungkook, his pain wrapping around her like fog.
Entranced by the painting, she felt its hues whisper secrets to her. "If you can't be my muse, make me yours," he had once whispered, a haunting echo in her mind. Her heart raced; she knew she couldn't cross that line. He was fragile, emerging from heartbreak. Yet here she stood, caught between desire and professionalism.
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Note
This story touches on mild depression but will not explore it in depth. The character's experience will not be described using psychological terminology; instead, it will focus on the therapy session and its dynamics. While it may not adhere strictly to actual therapeutic methods, this is a work of fiction.