If He Saw MeNEOLavender, coffee, and that weird vanilla candle my therapist liked hit my nostrils as soon as I entered through the doors of her office. Honestly, I didn’t know why I was here after avoiding the place and her messages for months now. But like the good therapist she was, Dr. Hayes continued to leave messages now and then, until I decided to come on my own today. I sat on the edge of the couch, fingers picking at the sleeve of my hoodie while Dr. Hayes watched me from across the room. “You know,” she said eventually, “most people call before disappearing for four months. I glanced at the clock and the awards lined up at the side of the room. She had received more of them than I could count.“I was busy.”She lifted a light brow at me through her glasses and inched closer, lacing her hands together and placing them on her knee. “You’re an artist Neo. You’ve been busy since the day I met you.” Her brown eyes held mine. “That excuse won’t work.”“Okay. Fair.” I sighe
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