Another endless conversation, a slur of meaningless words written down on paper for all to see. The things you’d do to escape his horrid place would be infinite. Sitting in front of Leon, your new therapist, with a blank look on his face as you spoke, nodding intently after every scribble on the paper. “Tell me what you have been thinking about. There’s nothing thats out of bounds. You can trust me, swear I’m here for you now,” Leon reassured with a gentle smile, humming as he tilted his head.

You remained indifferent, continuing to speak until you noticed the slight discomfort and tension written on his expression. You finally ceased to speak one he placed his pen down before pinching his nose bridge, sighing as he averted his gaze from yours, “I’ll tell you what I’m sorry but I thought I’d ever see. A case as bad as yours, don’t think I have a remedy.”