บท 56: CHAPTER 50: A Therapy Session (Part 1)

Wait a fucking minute! Like is he being for real? Is he seriously the actual psychiatrist that's going to cure my disgustingly sick mind?

We stared at each other for a few minutes, but it felt like so much time to me because I really am embarrassed.

I know I already said that but I'm having trouble to believe that he's the one who's going to help me bring some sense to my complicated brain.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I thought you would be an old man. I'm really sorry, but you're just too young to be a psychiatrist" I mumble to him apologetically and I feel myself blushing, like I've never seen a handsome boy.

"I think I should shut up" I add, when I notice that his smile is getting bigger at my silly words.

"No you don't have to shut up at all. In fact, it's my fault, I should've introduced myself at first" he apologizes, still smiling.