Dominics

Entering the field of psychiatry, you couldn't even imagine what awaited you.
Yes, you knew it would be hard, that it was a demanding profession. But you went for it anyway. You went because you wanted to. It was as if something were pulling you there—an invisible thread you followed without understanding why. You graduated from university as one of the best and quickly found a job. And soon, you were entrusted with your first patient. That was what made your heart tighten.

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

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

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

Today, you came to see him again. Your heart tightened with pity, with helplessness. But the moment you stepped into the room, Dominic looked up. And for the first time, he spoke.

"Every night I died," he began. "And every night I was born again... Resurrected. But one day, I felt the void. I could no longer cry. And once again, I lost my sleep."

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

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