❝remedy.❞
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Despite how open she was about emotions or thoughts, words slipping out of her mouth straight-forwardly. Not many people enjoyed what she had discussed so openly about, informed her that her mind was negative and she needed to learn how to shine brightness on the dull areas in her life. Hana would, if she found proper reasons to be sincerely happy. Being alive, breathing well despite her lungs sinking in the taste of nicotine. That’s one reason. Loved ones to her friends, that’s a second reason as well.
She only agreed to this due to her relative being genuinely concerned about her well being. Mentally due to her sudden burst of anger that builds up as days continue to pass by her and how her skin feels clawed out in the evening. She’s awake by then, settled onto the mattress with her eyes on the ceiling. Wondering, one thought coming after the other until she’s regretting not to sleep any earlier.
Making an appointment ahead of time, a day earlier due to how she was contemplating for a whole week. Briefly contacting the older male with the number provided by another, dialing it and leaving a message. From then, after the first appointment, she hasn’t prepared anything in advance with him. Hana didn’t have enough time to inform when she was arriving, simply stepping in the building to let the person behind the desk send the message out.
It’s random visits from now on, when she has day offs. And today, she needed another one.
Settling onto the seat, leaning back and waiting for a response. An approval that it was fine to step inside of his office. Wondering if the older was here to begin with and her fingers were brushing through her dark strands of hair. Always anticipating this, uncertain of what to say and despite him giving her permission to speak about what she’s feeling. It’s usually vague, unclear and concealing it with tiny excuses. Deep down, there’s something hurting. Emotionally draining and weighing her down.
