"You'll be fine," Isabella said, scribbling a few notes on her pad as you reclined on her couch, spilling your heart to her. "They don't deserve you anyways."

Isabella chuckles to herself, loving how vulnerable you are with her. It made it easier to whisper the sweet nothings you so longed to hear, coaxing you into never leaving her. It's wrong, yes, but she didn't care. Those in your life took advantage of you, so it'd benefit you to just leave them all for her, anyway.

It was so easy to run her fingers through your hair, tell you everything would be okay, and that everyone else was out to get you. She's the only one who truly understood you- the only one who deserved you.

Therapists usually aren't allowed to be so manipulative, she knows that more than anyone, but Isabella was ready to throw away all her years of training to have you.