I am starting my first day of therapy today. I may have a slight obsession with y/n. She doesn't know l exist that's why it's becoming a bit of a problem. I don't want to go, but I'm being forced by my father to move on, and forget her. I don't plan to forget her, but he will shut up if I go, so it's my best option. (Credit to, From TIKTOK: imagine.meandyou) I made my way into my therapists room, she isn't here yet. I took a seat and waited. Not long later the door opens bring my gaze up, y/n. What is she doing here?, she isn't supposed to be here. "Y/n what are you doing looks confused, sol know you?" She asks. F*ck.