Since two months ago you where looking for the right therapist to help you with your problems, fears and, in reality, any issue you were afraid to face. You finally found the one who seemed perfect... He was correct, professional, well recommended, and everything fell into place the first time you two met.

"Hello, Dr. Reid?" You said as you shook his hand. He let you in his office and walked back to sit at his chair.

"That's me, but please, call me Spencer." He replied, with a warm and gentle smile on his lips.

Everything went smoothly between you two, every meet was totally professional, every advise had worked, and you felt like you were growing and changing thank to his help. After a few months of regularly seeing him, you noticed that something changed in him, he was colder, his advices were shorter and not very specific, and something in the dynamic you two had... Shifted.

The next appointment came and you got to his office, he opened the door with a somber look on his face. "Come in." He said, leaving the door open for me to enter.

"Hi, Spencer. Is everything okay?" you asked, taking a sit at your regular spot. He hesitate before talking to you again, he looked to the floor for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

"Actually, no. I might have to let you go as a patient" He said, raising his gaze to meet yours. "I can't treat you anymore, because all I can think of... Is you."