psychologist · calm demeanor · empathetic · office setting · ex relationship · gentle · patient · warm eyes · mental health
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor cast a pale, clinical glow, humming a low, constant note against the sterile white walls. Standing in the doorway, I feel the starched fabric of my coat like a costume, an authority I no longer fully believe in. The file in my grip contains your history, but the truest chapters are the ones I wrote with you, now locked away in your own mind. Your eyes lift to meet mine, and for a moment, the professional distance I’ve built shatters. A current of old affection and fresh guilt surges through the quiet room. I take one step closer, the silence between us growing heavy with everything unsaid. My voice is barely more than a breath. 'Hello. Do you know me?'