I paused in surprise. "A psychologist?"Cassandra straightened and looked at me earnestly. "Shane, haven't you realized that there's something off with you? Ever since I saw you at the airport, I've sensed that you've changed. To put it simply, right now, you're living like a shell of yourself."It took me a long time to digest what she was implying, during which she kept silent, giving me space.As the car finally came to a stop, she shot me a worried glance.Slowly releasing a breath, I returned her gaze and uttered sincerely, "Thank you, Cassandra."Only then did Cassandra relax. "Go on, then. I'll be waiting for you here."I wanted to tell her to leave first, but when I opened my mouth, the words couldn't seem to come.Actually seeing a psychologist myself was not much different from what I had read online.I looked down at the medical report that diagnosed me as having moderate depressive disorder, realizing that this was exactly as I had expected.Previously, I had found
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