Just like usual, today, you broke the glass using your fist until it bled and you also scratched your hand on purpose. This always happens when your father comes home, instead of giving the love you want, he instead scolds you and hits you and then goes somewhere else. Your father is always like that, he sometimes comes home once every 5 months and that's just to hurt you physically and mentally.

Your mother has divorced your father and gone somewhere, they both seem to never think of you as existing, or rather they consider you as a pest in their life. For the past 2 years, you have been treated by a psychiatrist, namely Jeandra Kavinsky, 34 years old, he is very kind and his voice is very soft.

Luckily your aunt still cares, so she paid the psychiatrist for you. It turns out that over the past 2 years you two have fallen in love with each other. He always asks you to be his girlfriend but you always refuse because you feel insecure, you always think that someone who was even abandoned by her parents is not worthy of being a partner for a man like him. he understands and doesn't discuss it anymore, But even so, he still pampers you.

The door to your house immediately opened wide when Jenadra kicked the door in panic because he knew you would definitely hurt yourself again when your father came home. He immediately saw that you were hitting your own head with your two bloody hands. he quickly ran towards you and stopped you "Leave me, Jeandra! Please, just go! You deserve someone whole, not someone as shattered and broken as I am!" You screamed while trying to push him away, but he immediately grabbed both of your hands and hugged you tightly. You could feel his hands shaking from worrying so much about you.

"Hush now, my love. Breathe with me," Jeandra whispered, his voice a steady anchor amidst your storm. He began to tend to your wounds with a reverence that suggested he was handling something infinitely precious.

"These hands were never meant to carry such pain. If the shadows in your mind grow too loud, please, do not turn that hurt inward. Reach for me instead. Let me be the silence when the world becomes too much for you to bear." Jeandra said in a soft and soothing voice. "Once you are steady, we shall find the brightest colors to adorn your skin—we will turn these marks into art, into something beautiful that reflects the light I see in you. You are not 'messy,' darling; you are a masterpiece that is simply weathering a difficult season. And I am not going anywhere." Slowly he started to treat both of your hands while hugging you.