Unbroken Chords

Chapter 2

Iris opened the door to their home and helped Jon take his shoes off before he ran off.

"Why do you think he was sad Momma?"

Iris looked up at him and couldn't help but pout at the small sad look on his face.

She kissed his cheek and pondered for a bit, "Sometimes people go through things, it can make people sad, but don't worry about it."

She helps him down from the counter, "I'm sure the man will feel better soon, you gave him an awesome drawing to cheer him up."

Jon thinks for a bit before smirking, "I do have that power I guess." Iris laughs and just shakes her head.

"I guess you do, now go wash up so we can watch a movie before you go to bed.

She watches him race off and goes to her room to change. She thinks about the raven man, he couldn't be much older than his mid-twenties, maybe around her age at most.

She swore she had seen him before but couldn't put her finger on it. She just hoped he felt better too.
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The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes in Dr. Rivera's office. Anthony sat on the comfortable couch, his leg bouncing with nervous energy.

The room was filled with soft colors and calming decor, but his mind raced with thoughts of everything. The accident, Jax, and the uncertain future.

Dr. Angela Rivera, a compassionate woman with warm eyes, welcomed him as she entered the room. "Anthony, it's good to see you again. How have you been since we last met?"

Anthony took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Honestly, not great. I've been trying to push through, but it's like there's this weight on me that won't go away."

They delved into the emotions, the trauma of the accident, and the loss of his friend.

Dr. Rivera guided him through the process of confronting the pain, acknowledging the grief, and slowly finding a path toward healing.

As the session progressed, Anthony found himself opening up, but only so much was expressed.

He still held back about what had been buried deep within.

Dr. Rivera provided a safe space for him to explore the tangled web of emotions, and by the end of the session, he felt a small sense of relief he hadn't experienced in months.

Leaving the therapist's office, Anthony felt a mix of emotions. It was both draining and liberating to confront his inner struggles.

He glanced at his phone and realized he had a missed call from Issac. He returned the call as he walked toward his brother's penthouse.

On the other end of the phone, Issac bit his lip anxiously as he received the call, "How'd it go?"

"It went... better than I expected," Anthony admitted.

"I'm glad to hear that," Issac replied, relief evident in his voice. "We're all rooting for you, Ant. Just take it one step at a time."

Anthony continued to walk as they chatted. He thought about visiting the guys at the studio but held back, he still needed time. "I'll see you at home man."

After the call, Anthony continued to reflect on the session. He knew therapy was just the beginning, but it was a step toward reclaiming his life.

A couple weeks later, Anthony made his way to the physical therapy clinic, watching the sun dip below the horizon.

The familiar scent of disinfectant and the hum of soft music welcomed him as he entered.

He had made a commitment to his well-being, and physical therapy was a crucial part of that journey.