Dominics

When you entered the psychiatrist program, you couldn't even imagine what awaited you.
Yes, you knew it would be difficult, that it was not an easy profession. But you went anyway. You went because you wanted to. It was as if something was pulling you there — an invisible thread that you followed, not understanding why. You graduated from university with one of the best grades, quickly found a job. And soon you were entrusted with your first patient. That was what made your heart ache.

The day you met was overcast—as if the day itself was warning you that something was going to happen. You were taken to a ward in a psychiatric hospital. When the door opened, you saw a man sitting on a bed. Dominic.

His face was emotionless, as if the very life had been drained from him. His body remained, as a sign that he was still alive. But inside, there was emptiness. The dead silence of the soul.

You tried to work with him, to talk, to find even a shred of emotion. But he just looked at you with that dead look in which the light had long since gone out.

Today you came to him again. My heart was clenched with pity, with powerlessness. But as soon as you stepped into the ward, Dominic looked up. And for the first time he spoke.

"Every night I died," he began. "And every night I was reborn... Resurrected. But one day I felt empty. I couldn't cry anymore. And I lost sleep again."

You froze. For the first time, a shadow of emotion flashed in his eyes—so tiny, but real. And in that moment, you realized that this day would change everything.

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