Hi everyone! Here comes the next chapter :3

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"So, how's that friend you told me about the last time you came in?"

I was at my weekly therapy session; I sat curled up on a large bean bag in the corner of the room, holding a warm cup of coffee, something that had become a favourite of mine ever since Yoosung had made me a cup. I smiled into the cup, letting out a small breath.

"He's... Good. We hang out a lot. He taught me how to play this game he loves, called LOLOL- he got me into his guild and we go on raids together, which has actually been pretty fun. He wants me to teach him how to bake, too, since he tried some brownies that I made. It was really awkward when he tried them though, cause he seemed to enjoy them a little too much," I let out a small laugh, "but I was happy he did. It's been.. Nice. Spending time with him. I didn't think he'd get along with me."

I looked up at my therapist, Ms. Ardonne, who was smiling at me tenderly. I blinked at her, tilting my head, and she chuckled to herself.

"Saeran, It sounds as though you like him a bit more than a friend."

I tensed, shaking my head, laughing nervously.

"What? No. That's ridiculous-" I sucked in a breath, gnawing at my lip softly, my voice quieting, "... Even If I did, I couldn't do anything about it."

"Why not?" She brought her own cup of coffee to her lips, taking a contemplative sip, her gaze still fixed down towards me. I gripped my cup firmly in my hands.

"I don't deserve that."

"Deserve what?"

I scoffed, looking angrily at my knees.

"Love, human compassion- nothing. I don't deserve it, especially not from him."

She set her cup on her desk, scooting her chair closer to me, smiling softly at me.

"That isn't true, Saeran- That kind of thinking is the result of many years of torture and distress, that made you conditioned to believe such things. You were forced into believing those lies so that you could be used as a pawn for Mint Eye to attack the RFA, none of those things are true about you."

I let out a shaky breath, lowering my head.

"No. They're true."

She sighed softly, taking the coffee cup from my hands so I would focus directly on her.

"Saeran, let me tell you something- You may have a long way to go on the road to recovery, but just the fact that you have taken an interest in a human, in a healthy way, regardless of whether it is friendship, or more," I blushed softly as she continued, "That alone is proof of how far you have come. You have improved substantially- even more so ever since your first mention of Yoosung."

I played with my hands, thinking over her words. She wasn't entirely wrong, but I still had such a hard time accepting them at face value. She shifted, and I gazed up at her again, her tender smile still playing along her lips.

"I mean it, Saeran. Out of any patient I've had, after what you've gone through, we didn't think the progress that you've made now would come for years. You've gone so far above and beyond our expectations, and I am proud of you. I mean it."

I felt warmth spill into my chest, and I clasped my hands together, lacing my fingers within themselves, a small smile gracing my mouth.

"...Thank you."

EEEE Tender therapy moment awe awe. My therapist when I was in high school was like this, so I modelled Saeran's after my old therapist. I miss her~ She was a great lady.

~Pixil-8