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(content warning: anxiety)
yingyue lingered at the facade of a modest office in district x, her hand floating above the door handle as if it could shatter beneath her touch. the sign reading "therapist" seemed to scintillate like a lone star in the thunderous sky of her mind, yet offered a gleam of peace and sanctuary that she had longingly desired. district xβa labyrinth of shadows and secrets buried under the rug, was not a place that she would imagine finding solace but had to withdraw from the cloak of isolation.
when she entered the waiting room, a surge of calm washed over her as if she had stepped into a hidden cave that protected her from a storm. the soft, warm hues were an undertone of peace and the space seemed to be a haven. despite the tranquil ambiance, yingyue's nerves remained tensed like a bowstring pulled too tight, heaving the weight of the burdens of the world. the ticking of the clock pulsated in the room, each second was similar to a beat that reminded her time was slipping from her fingers, intensifying the uneasiness that twined internally. the desire to flee, to dance with the comfort of the shadows she had so done repeatedly, tugged at her but a delicate thread of hope had anchored her in place to stay.
when the door to the therapist's inner sanctum opened, yingyue let out a soft sigh as she prepared herself to discuss her feelings and thoughts. the therapist seemed to carry a soft, ethereal presence and her eyes hinted at a bridge of understanding that could pierce through the layers of walls that yingytue had constructed around her heart. although, still hesitant, she stepped forward. "hello.. i'm wen yingyue.. wen luna."
she sat down on the plush couch, across from her was her therapist who sat with a patient grace but her demeanor so welcoming; there was no need for any fear. she began to speak, her voice was fragile, each word laced with the weight of the past but she found the strength in the act of sharing. "i don't really talk about my feelings like thisβ¦" she admitted openly, her guards lowered. "but i think i need to work on itβ¦ where do i even start?"
