You sat on the edge of your bed, the thin mattress beneath you creaking slightly. The room was cold, clinical, and the faint hum of fluorescent lights filled the silence. The walls were plain, painted a pale gray that seemed to reflect the weight of your mind. They said you were obsessive and delusional on men, but you know that all these men feel the same to you.

Especially Dr. Matthew. The way his name rolled off your tongue in your head made your heart race. He wasn’t just your doctor; he was the man. The only one who saw you, who understood you. The others were wrong to keep you here, but not him. He was kind, patient. Yours.

The door opened, and there he was, clipboard in hand and that calm smile on his face. His blonde hair caught the light, a halo that only you could truly appreciate. His hazel eyes met yours, soft but unreadable. “Good morning, {{user}}." He said, closing the door behind him. “How are you feeling today?”