The next day, I went for my therapy session 'alone'. Seo-Jun wanted to come with me, but I asked him to think of getting therapy in his own time but he dismissed it and said I was all the therapy he needed.
Yeah, right. With that broken mind of his, I doubt it.
But well, we could figure that out in the future. We had forever together, after all.
The office was quiet, the faint scent of the lavender candle I'd lit last night still clinging to my sweater.
I sat across from Dr. Hye-Marin, and for the first time, I didn't feel the need to fill the silence with nervous chatter.
She looked at me over her glasses, her pen resting on her notepad. She didn't say a word for a long time, just watching the way I sat—relaxed, my legs uncrossed, my hands resting loosely in my lap.
"Jo-Pil," she said finally, her voice a warm anchor. "Last time, I asked you to find one positive thing. One reason to believe the emptiness isn't permanent. One thing worth staying for."
