Her knuckles whiten with the dead lock.
 
 

Cool metal against her palm; it is fuel to her fire.

Rationality eroding, she needs tetrapods.
 
 

Leigh.
 
 

Leigh,
Leigh.
 
 

Therapy—you need it, regardless.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Dark brows crinkles, like paper,
creasing noisily.
 
 

It'll only help if you go in with the right mindset.
 
 

Mindful. Be mindful of your emotions.
Right, like Ms Mary says.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

But god, her lips pulls at the name, what a ter—

Unfamiliar warmth cloaks her hands.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

She freezes.