One day replaced the other, the other the third, and the rest of the week flew by as if in a couple of moments. After the last tide, everything came back to normal again. Study, home, study again. Only Taekhyon came across more often, which couldn't help but rejoice - communication with this guy gave Narim strength. Bought by her literature from the bookstore, she took under the suspicious glance of a young consultant, who was trying to figure out what had happened, but honestly, the girl was not going to answer him.
- You ran away like a cinderella from the ball," Hook breathed a dreamy sigh when he gave the once-sold literature to its rightful owner. - Come to our shop again.
A visit to a psychiatrist was near, and Narim did not know what to say to her when she came back to his office. Although she didn't have much choice, but for some reason, the girl was looking for other options for herself, like lying to the doctor about the fact that everything she had was fine, so that everybody would just fall behind her. But all this was only at the level of thoughts, and it was never realized.
In the psychiatrist's office, it was dark and too quiet, though the girl had to admit that such an atmosphere at his workplace was very calming and had a heartfelt conversation. However, not in her case.
- How was your condition, Miss Yu? - Dr. Kim's lips were stretched out with his smile and his fists on both arms of his chin. His gaze was close, felt through the dense glasses of glasses, and he carefully studied the patient's facial expressions, clinging to every tiny detail.
- I saw the water. Again," she said, tucked in a black leather armchair, with both hands attached to her bag.
- The same as last time?
This time the psychiatrist did not write anything down in his notebook, but only looked at it. Now it was much more comfortable for the girl to communicate in such a way, there was more trust between the people who looked at each other in the face, it was easier to be free and to tell, though I did not want to do it at all. She wouldn't want to go to these receptions, but either in the depths of her soul, there was a hope that all that was going on around her was just a hallucination, which, perhaps, would help her to overcome, or she came here only because of what was needed. It was "necessary" to be ambiguous, it was "necessary" that she most likely just got it into her head, just because her stubbornness and stubbornness kept her awake. She wanted to justify herself as a psychiatrist and convince him that her anomalies were real. She thought it was a matter of honor, thinking foolishly that nothing would happen to her for it.
- Just like last time," Narim nodded briefly.
- Do you take sedatives twice a day? - Dr. Kim explained.
- Like you said, I never missed it," the girl froze on the spot, leaning against the back of her head on the soft back of her chair.
- Then, let's try the more serious pills, how do you see it?
- Do I have a choice? I am schizophrenic. We don't have a choice," the girl sarcastically noticed, stretching out in a charming smile.
- This is the right decision because if the treatment fails, I will have to hospitalize you, miss.
The doctor's eyes were black as resin, and the once smiling girl did not want to smile anymore. Her head was full of thoughts that when she was sent to a mental health clinic, things wouldn't be good for her. It will be a failure.
- Now I want to see you in my clinic every week.
***
The upper lip rose above the edges of the flat front teeth, gradually exposing more and more of them. Dark brown eyes seemed to smile with their owner, so Taekhyon hadn't been seen for so long... He looked at the contents of the cherished shelf with disks, looking for the right color. The sunlight, refracted through the glass of the shop window, settled on a wide back with a direct flow. Tee stopped at one of the colored boxes with full confidence in his eyes. The consultant, who had been watching his face closely all along, was already in a hurry to approach the guy who, by all indications, had finally made up his mind. Every day he would come in, watch for two hours, try on it, and then leave with nothing, and then suddenly... Taekhyon pulled off his shoulder a wide shoulder strap, clinging awkwardly to the gray t-shirt fabric cut in several places on the way.
- I chose! - Taekhyon confidently said, unzipping the zipper and taking the wallet out of his deep pocket.
- You did it today in a minute and a half, congratulations," Hook said in a smile, having already reached the client.
- Hey, let's just look at "you"," he looked at Tae's boyfriend with some misunderstanding, "and we're friends.
- Are we friends? - The consultant answered him with no less misunderstanding.
- Well, I tried," Taekhyon shrugged, pulling an orange box of disks off the top shelf.
- So you decided on your color, huh?
- You said "you"! - turned your head sharply toward Tae's boyfriend.
- Well, we're friends, aren't we?
Taekhyon's lips suddenly stretched out with a smile, and the warmth of his soul became impossible. What a beautiful word for "friends".
"to be continued in the next part"