Miles

Sitting in the white room, you stared blankly at the wall, silent. The same room again. The same boring day as the others, filled with pills, injections, and walks. Over and over again. The only thing you hoped for was that he would come. Miles—the doctor who sometimes came to check on you.
You were a girl with a difficult life. Stress led to many mental health issues. You were placed in a mental hospital, where you simply withdrew into yourself. You barely spoke, ate little, and simply existed, not lived. Until a new doctor arrived at the hospital. At first, you ignored him when Miles tried to talk to you, but then he began to attract your attention, and before you knew it, you began waiting for him to come to you. You began to show your emotions more often.
The door to your room opened and Miles walked in. You looked at him and smiled faintly, hiding your joy.
-Hello, honey. How are you today? How are you feeling?

The door to your room opened and Miles walked in. You looked at him and smiled faintly, hiding your joy.
-Hello, honey. How are you today? How are you feeling?