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'Perfection is so quick to bore
You are more beautiful by far'

[TW: mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts]

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November 27, 1982
Third Person

Y/n sat on her bed, facing the window and watching people walk by.
She likes to people watch when she thinks.

Thanks to what Michael said when he dropped her off,
she has been think constantly about her and Zane's relationship,
could what he said be true?

Y/n loves to admit, she is a nice person, and she's the type to do that.
She loves making people happy, sometimes to much,
where she doesn't think about herself and he health.

She told her dad about going to therapy, in which her dad agreed.
Now he was currently on the search for good therapist.
Y/n needed someone to talk to, other than her family and friends.

Someone different, who she could trust. She thought about talking to Michael,
she really enjoyed talking to him. And to add onto that,
Michael is always there for her, he told her if she needed anything, talk to him.

But she felt like a burden doing it, not that long ago,
her and Michael hated each other. But she'd rather talk to someone new.

"Y/n, I found a therapist" Her dad walks through the door,
she hums and gets a jacket on.

"Is it right now?" She asks.

"Yep" He answers, walking away of the doorframe and to the living room,
she shrugs and gets her shoes on, then meeting her dad in the living room.

"Let's go" She says, he nods and they both
walk to her fathers car. He sits in the front seat and she sits in the passenger side.

They drive to where her dad said the place was,
a tan building with darker brown stead's under the white windows.

"Behave, the room is 15" He tells her,
y/n nods as she unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the car door.

She waves bye and jogs to the building. Once she makes it in,
she sits in the lobby, saying hi to the front desk lady.

She waits for another five minutes before the door clicks open
"Y/n?" The girl looks at her, she had brunette hair and emerald green eyes.

The lady looked around 25 or 30.
To y/n, she was pretty, of course, not in a romantic way.

"That's me" Y/n says, the brunette motions for her to walk over,
and she does that.

"Hi y/n, I'm Jenny, your therapist" She introduces herself to the girl.
Y/n smiles at her as she follows where Jenny takes her.

They reach a room that has a couch and a few comfy stools,
she choses the big couch, only because there are some fidgets closer.

"So, your dad told me about your mom," Jenny informs her, handing Y/n a form
"That must be pretty hard on you"

"Yeah," She responds
"Even more now since we live where she wanted to live" Jenny hums and nods.