hi! this is a VERY weird one. also, this story is more sean oriented, im so sorry about that. i just couldnt imagine kaycee going through what sean is going through in this story, so i let sean be the protagonist here. also, diana is no one you should know, like she's just a random fictional character i added for the sake of this story, and her real identity, though very obvious at the start (whoops), is meant to be kept secret till somewhere towards the end.
17 November 2019.
2.52pm.
Diana took a sip of her coffee before slumping into her seat.
Black, no sugar, just how she liked it. Kind of reminded her of the person she knew was about to walk in any minute. No sweetness. No light. No happiness.
At that moment, the doorknob turned, and the door opened slightly with a small creak.
Speak of the devil.
She looked up, only to see his face peeping out of the door.
He looked different, to say the least, which was a pleasant surprise. In his previous visits, he would always come late, barging through the door and not bothering to give her eye contact.
"You're early," she said with a smile, "take a seat."
"Thanks," he mumbled.
He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Plonking himself on the chair, he removed his airpods from his ears and placed them on the table.
Now, that's new.
"How have you been, Sean?" she asked, typing some things into her computer.
"G-Great."
He paused.
"I-I found Kaycee," he continued, his eyes not leaving the table.
Her fingers instantly froze, hovering slightly over the keyboard.
•••
13 November 2019
5.06pm.
"I'm heading out," he stormed out of his room and stated simply, not bothering to look at his parents or his siblings, who were at the dinner table, eating.
"Sean, where are you—" before Serris could finish her question, the front door had been slammed shut and he was gone.
She sighed.
"Well," Sarah said, placing her fork and spoon down, "at least he's out of his room and going outside."
Sean walked briskly, air pods in his ears, shutting out everything around him. That day, just like every day, he had this voice in his head, screaming how useless he was for the upteenth time. Though he managed to push it every other day, this time, it was stronger. Strong enough to defeat him.
That morning, he realised it was exactly a year since Kaycee was gone. And he still hasn't found her yet.
Useless.
That voice lingered in his head.
Once and for all, he got tired of fighting it.
He had planned to go to the roof of the nearby abandoned building, where he and Kaycee used to spend every Saturday night star gazing, and re-live that memory that night before taking his life. But when he arrived, he didn't expect was to see another girl already there, back facing him, staring into the distance.
And when she turned around, his jaw dropped.
"K-Kaycee. Y-You're back."
•••
17 November 2019
3.28pm.
"How did she look?" Diana asked, trying to hide her surprise. She recalled how he would always talk about how Kaycee looked, from her brown eyes to her bright smile. He would never talk about anyone, or anything else. Just Kaycee. The first time they met. Their journey on WOD. The time he confessed to her. Their first date. The list goes on.
"G-Gorgeous. As always. S-She left her hair curly, you know?" this time, he looked up to face her, his eyes fixated on hers as his face showed no emotion. Yet, his stare was so intense, it startled her a little, causing her to look away, grabbing her coffee mug with her trembling hands and taking a small sip.
She couldn't believe she just got scared by a 17 year old. Well, it was her choice to come into this department. And take on his case, determined to help him.
He looked back at his fingers that were fidgeting on the table, as if he remembered something.
"S-She has been coming every day ever since, only for a while though, then when my parents come into my room, she would leave. I offered for her to join me to see you today, b-but she declined. She's not great with strangers, you see?" he continued talking with a chuckle.
Diana pursed her lips, thinking of a question to ask.
"That's great, Sean. How are you and Kaycee doing? Are you still a couple?" she asked gently.
"Sort of. W-We plan to take it slow, I mean, after losing her for a whole year, now that she's back, she wants to slowly transition into a relationship, and.." he trailed off, disappointment evident in his voice as he looked through the window behind Diana.
All of a sudden, his eyes lit up again.
For he saw her, standing outside the window, a bright smile on her face as she gave him a big thumbs up, cheering him on. She raised her eyebrows slightly, the smile never leaving her face, urging him to continue talking.
He had told her about how he hated these sessions with Diana, how boring and pointless he always thought they were and how he would rather be in his room, listening to his music playlist - which was now filled with depressing songs. But now that she was right there, supporting him, he felt more at ease.
She mouthed an "I love you", before disappearing into thin air.
"B-But she still loves me. And for now, that's all that matters," he concluded, looking back at Diana.
•••
17 November, 2019.
3.48pm.
Diana was typing furiously, hitting backspace countless of times. She couldn't focus, especially after that conversation she had with him.
He sat on the chair in front of her, staring into the distance, his air pods now in his ears and blasting music so loud that she could hear the bass from where she was sitting.
Diana closed the Word Document, unable to continue typing. She let out a sigh.
"Sean?"
He removed one of his air pods.
"Could you possibly bring your parents in? I'd like to speak to them for a bit. You can go and wait outside, it won't take long," she flashed him a sweet smile.
He nodded and left the room.
A few moments later, his parents walked in, looking calmer than their previous visits.
Diana took in a deep breath.
"Hi Mr and Mrs Lew."
"Hi Doctor, h-how is he?" Miya warily asked.
She sighed.
"How is he at home?" she replied, avoiding her question.
"This week, much better, honestly. He's been getting more sleep, has been eating more, even stopped locking himself in his room and cutting himself. And he's back into dancing and cooking occasionally. It's almost as if nothing happened. Thank you Diana, this sudden improvement is astounding," Cheuk replied.
Silence filled the whole room, before Diana spoke up.
"I'm so sorry, Mr and Mrs Lew. I think things have just gotten a whole lot worse," she said.
"How is that so? He nowhere as depressed as before, doesn't that mean he's gotten over her?" Cheuk furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at her name card stack on the table.
On which read 'Professor Diana Wells, Psychiatry Department'.
"He hasn't gotten over her, Mr and Mrs Lew."
She paused.
"Sean said, during our session today, that he had found.." she trailed off.
Silence filled the room once again.
"We n-need to tell him the truth, b-before it's too late," Miya's voice was shaky, stifled by sobs, "w-what do you suggest we do?"
Diana let out a deep breath as she stared at the file in front of her.
"You could start by bringing him to Kaycee Rice's grave."
an: gosh this was another not so happy one. im so sorry! i kind of ran out of sad plots in mind, so until another sad plot pops into my head, the next few stories will all be happy :D
please comment your thoughts about this particular story, i was so so hesitant to publish it! tried like 18394827949 different endings, and tried to end on a happy note, but i stuck to the original ending instead.
also, please check out lailarow 's stories, they're so beautifully written and very intriguing! very very very underrated, and so much better than mine haha :)