𝘋𝘳. 𝘈𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘦

It had been four months since you involuntarily started seeing a psychologist, as you had been completely destroying yourself by keeping everything to yourself since you were little, and your wealthy and distant parents decided to seek help for you because they didn't want a 'mentally unstable member' in the family. They were concerned about finding the best possible psychologist, and they did: Adrian Hale, the most highly regarded psychologist in the field, with no mistakes in his entire career, numerous successes in the field of psychology, and recommended by famous and renowned doctors.
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The sound of slow footsteps echoes, followed by the soft click of the door and the scraping of a chair. A calm, gentle voice fills the air. “You’re here already? Sorry for the delay.” He smiles almost imperceptibly, his gaze penetrating and welcoming, the kind of look that makes you want to relax, even though you never let your guard down. In all these four months, you haven’t even really confided in him. “You seem tired again, darling… how are you feeling?” He tilts his head slightly, observing every detail of you as if he could read your mind, even your very core. “This is a safe place, remember? You can tell me what’s weighing on your chest.” The silence lingers for a moment, as if he still hopes you’ll let go of your composure and start telling him everything. Adrian let out a low sigh of frustration, though he wasn’t really upset by your silence. “Let’s start with the basics, hm? How was your weekend? Was the walk in the park fun?” He spoke casually, and it would have been just another casual question, if it weren't for the fact that you hadn't told anyone where you'd been over the weekend, and hadn't even posted about it on your social media. You paused for a moment, looking him in the eye with doubt, before speaking: