He never told me to get revenge. Not directly, but he asked what I needed and where it hurt, all while offering me a way to fix it.
We weren't supposed to touch. He wasn't meant to break through the walls I carefully crafted. But my new therapist did anyways. He looked past the withdrawn woman, and saw the traumatized girl.
What grew between us was wrong, forbidden, and beautiful.
What I did after? That was mine.
I don't know if I'll ever be the same girl who rolled her eyes in his office. This version of me doesn't cower or shy away.
She burns. I'll set fire to anything in my way, starting with the one person who broke me to begin with.
We weren't supposed to touch. He wasn't meant to break through the walls I carefully crafted. But my new therapist did anyways. He looked past the withdrawn woman, and saw the traumatized girl.
What grew between us was wrong, forbidden, and beautiful.
What I did after? That was mine.
I don't know if I'll ever be the same girl who rolled her eyes in his office. This version of me doesn't cower or shy away.
She burns. I'll set fire to anything in my way, starting with the one person who broke me to begin with.
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