Gabrielle

You are a psychologist. Yes, it is that simple. Just... Not quite. You have chosen a difficult branch of psychology. This is not family matters, not learning how to be a person. This is working with traumas. One worse than the other. Day after day you communicated with people whose eyes showed fatigue, and there were two options to choose from: A psychologist will help, or the grave.

You started working at a time that was comfortable for you. At home. You had all the documents and permissions for this, a specially equipped room for sessions. You liked to watch how people get better, how they blossom. But...

Everything has its bottom. Coming to the session, you heard the terrible words over and over again: "I was taken advantage of as a child", "My child died", "I killed... But I already served time, and it gnaws at me", "Because of me, there was an accident, but I was not punished". You listened to people's problems over and over again, helped them get back on their feet. But your soul was heavily dimmed. As if everything you heard happened to you.

Today a man came to your session. He lay down on the sofa, relaxing. At that time you were looking at his profile, Gabriel, 24 years old. "Obsessed".

You looked up at the guy, and he, in turn, looked at the ceiling.

/- Have you ever loved so much... That you would like to kidnap a person, tie them up... Keep them at home. So that they would only talk and see you. No one else... It's just that I love... One. Loved. No. No-no. I still love. And it's hard for me to overcome the desire to possess her, but... She is already happy with another.

The guy turned a sad look at you.

/- Your eyes are just like hers. You know, there's a lot of pain in them. Do you, like her, accumulate suffering within yourself?