"...I grew up in a house my father worked so hard to own. Studying with complete dedication during his high school years just to get his dream job and earn money on his own. He's always lookin out for the future. How I'd be educated, and how I'd be able to socialize, make friends and such. But sadly the only thing I've accomplished well is my successful education."

"Straight A student, huh?"

"Yup," I said before a soft chuckle escaped my lips. His teeth being vulnerable made me feel more comfortable. His smile. Seeing someone smile at me is rare, very rare.

He slowly took a deep breath, nodding before his voice filled my ears.

"I remember how I used to hate school just because I don't have any friends. I was that excluded child that was too weird to mingle with, nobody liked sitting with me. My self esteem was too broken to go out there and get rejected once again. Everyone cared about girls. Not that I minded, it's just that they talked about awful things they've done to them. Including every kind of assaults. I know it's not easy, especially when you're the only person who actually knows how to respect the opposite sex, in my place... Or when your mother always recited the one sentence: You don't need any friends, you've got me. I'm not going to tell you I enjoyed hearing these words, or that they somehow helped. I loved my mother, it's just that spending eight hours a day alone is not fun when everyone around you is socializing. I'm just going to tell you that, whatever it is you're going through, always remember: you can push through it. No matter how hard it is. Later on, the fog will clear up...sure, there will be rainy days, but remember; a rainbow never arrives without the tears of the sky."

I carefully listened to his soft, yet somehow shaky and strong voice as it rang through the huge room, probably consuming two floors in one with a very high ceiling. My smile never faded and I couldn't help but rest my back and admire the words. I loved talking to someone. I loved having someone's attention, opening up to them.

"Well how did you go through it? How did you make the atmosphere so calm?" I curiously inquired before he sat much closer and folded his arms.

"Everyday at my lunch break, I'd grab my notebook, or journal, and just extract my feelings. Doesn't matter if it's in a form of art, drawing, random words, a story or even poetry. I- here, look, I want you to get very comfortable." He broke his rambling off and I slowly took off my sneakers and crossed my legs.

Talk about a weird man.

"Close your eyes, Lia."

I followed his eerie instructions, the one thing ringing through my brain. Therapists are adorably weird.

"I want you to narrate, the most relaxing view you'd ever imagine," his hands softly held my shoulders before a click was heard through the room.

"Okay. It's this really natural place, with lots and lots of trees scattered everywhere. Soft music ringing through the place somehow. Old, mysterious music. I'm sitting laid on the grass watching the autumn leaves fall on me while I...read."

"Read what?"

"Romantic stories. Happy, romantic stories," I was too relaxed to make a double take about what I was saying. An amazing scent was filling my lungs and I was enjoying everything around me.

"...you can open your eyes now," he slowly said after a long pause. I opened my eyes, the smile never fading. The room room was dimmed and candles were lit everywhere. He held a small copybook, writing swiftly and quickly while I just blushed at how he changed the atmosphere.

"Uhm, did you..did you do this?"

"Huh? no the lights went out," he awkwardly scratched the back of his head, closing the notebook.

"So...from what I've seen, therapy is...laying on that big lounge chair, and taking notes."

"We're doing that, it's much more relaxing. It's just that, I want us to get to know each other firstly, before getting to know those deep locked in secrets. You don't want a stranger knowing about your deepest, darkest secrets now, do you?" His hands slowly loosened the tie around his neck before I nodded.

He flashed a smile before standing up and walking to the huge multi shelved cupboard, taking a few envelopes.

"These are some CDs of soft music, which i would like you to listen to. Not only because it's soothing, but really, the chords to it are amazing, they'd drift you away," his chuckle rose and I took them, flashing a small smile.

I examined the CDRs, internally excited to try and listen to them. The titles themselves sounded interesting.

"And, Lia?"

My head snapped and I looked at his frustrated smile. "I want you to know, that you're beautiful no matter what anyone says. You're powerful, and I know you've gone through so much, even though you haven't told me yet, but just put that in mind. You are amazingly, strength fully and wonderfully perfect in every way."

"....you went through my diary."

He saw my freaking diary

Do you know how weird that book is?

Do you know how awfully bipolar I turn there?!

"Listen, I oversaw, during class," his face fell and my surprised expression slowly started smiling. I loved that he didn't hesitate on telling me..besides, I hope we get as close a possible, even when my sessions end.

I want to someday show him my personal thoughts.

"It's alright. I- really I'm not bothered."

"Are you sure?" His voice slightly softened and I nodded honestly.

"Yeah.. And thanks for what you just told me. No one has ever complemented me in such a way. I'm flattered."

"Amazing," he held his hands out for me to shake before I chuckled, shaking hands with him. "Are you officially ready for next classes?"

"Of course. Although, I'm still pretty bewildered about therapy."

"Every therapist has their own way. And it's not as complicated as you have in mind," his hair was pulled backwards by his fingers as I started putting my shoes back on.

Never have I thought of taking therapy lessons myself; more importantly asking for them.

But I loved the idea of it. I needed to let out what's always been deep inside me.

"So, are you okay with every Friday?"

"Definitely."

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"How was it?"

"Woah there, I didn't even step inside," I chuckled, seeing a nervous look on dad, hinting that he's been biting his nails throughout the entire time. "But it was amazing. We didn't actually start, we just got to know each other better."

Knowing dad, he'd probably start doubting a 24 year old and not trusting him with his daughter...

"So you didn't feel nervous, or worried about- were you okay?"

"Dad," I smiled at him, leaving the backpack on the couch. "Are you alright? Why are you so worried? It's just therapy..."

His face fell and so did my smile. The last time I saw him in such a state, was during his college graduation....I was 4.

"...why would you rather talk to a stranger than talk to me?"

"No, dad," I smiled sadly before sitting down beside him on the couch. I didn't expect that, but now I know I have to do my best in order to make him less worried. Seeing him sad or worried breaks my heart, and I never wanted this. "I'll always tell you about everything going on, even the conversations I have with Mr Lynch. You'll always be the first I come to. No matter what."

He slowly took me in a hug and I curled under his touch. I've always had the best relationship with my father, him being there for me always made me feel better about my so called mother.

"I love you, dad."

"I love you too, princess. Now go and get yourself dressed," he said before I slightly pulled away, smiling.

"Where are we going?

"To see our new neighbors. They have a kid your age, who's also going to be in your school. They invited us over."

Oh damn. That horrible anxiety attack.

"Don't get yourself all worried, I bet they're nice," he softly stroked my hair before I bit my lip nervously. I hope I make a good impression.

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"Sh-should I ring the doorbell?"

"Come on, Lia."

I smiled innocently, pressing the button with my shaky hands.

I was all dolled up...literally. But the feeling of makeup all over my face was not so pleasing, although it did make me feel slightly better about myself.

We waited for a few minutes until the door opened, revealing a tall brunette, with piercing crystal blue eyes.

Holy hotness.