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We continued talking for a bit longer until the iPad battery died.
On the thought of therapy and eventually going back, I was very conflicted. Whenever I was getting help, I tended to push it to the side or ended up pushing them away, and that’s exactly what happened with Dr. Green.
Me
Hey, mom, are you busy?
Mom
always free for you. What’s up?
Me
do you think I should start therapy again?
Mom
I don’t think you should’ve even stopped, Azzaria. We both know you have a long line of trauma, and no amount of outlets you have could fix that. But why the sudden thought?
Me
Abi told me that Dr. Green had asked for me, and now I’m thinking about going back.
Mom
Do you want me to make the appointment for you? I think going back is a great idea.
Me
alright. Make it and text me.
Switching the phone’s power button off, I slid back in my chair and released a loud groan. Starting therapy again would affect me in two ways—it would either help me or break me more than how I’m already broken. It’s messed up to think again, but let’s just rip the bandaid off before the walls clatter.
There was still fifteen minutes left on my lunch break, and I took it to walk in the streets of the city.
Walking around, I remembered having to study the architecture of the city for school projects and drafting plans for them in AutoCAD. The buildings in New York City were designed to perfection.
After my stroll through the lively streets , I got back to the office building, feeling oddly refreshed.
When I reached our floor and entered the office space, Mellissa gave me an impish smile. “Azzaria, Mr. Xander asked for you. He’s in his office,” she informed me.
I arched an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on my lips. “I see. Thank you, Mel. I’ll head to his office right away.”
I started to walk away, but I turnt back. “Mel, do you have a second?”
She looked up. “Sure, what’s up?”
“I was thinking, if you’re free, then maybe one of these days we could go and have some drinks after work?”
Her face lit up. “That sounds great. Thank you.” We exchanged numbers and I went on my way.
I pushed open the door to his office, and there he was, standing by the window, his gaze fixed on the cityscape beyond.
With a self-assured stride, I sauntered into his office. “You called for me, sir?”
He turned to face me, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
“Where’d you go?”
