Chapter 2
But after he got sick, he feared hurting Kitty, so he forced himself to stay away from her,
I sat in the living room for a long time, long enough for the noise outside to fade into stillness, but Norton still hadn’t returned,
Not even a text or a phone call.
Maybe that dog was really gravely ill
but as the sky darkened, I realized it was time to rest.
next day, when I woke up, Norton still hadn’t contacted me,
This time, I didn’t hesitate. I began sorting through our photos.
Each of these photos had been carefully chosen by us for the frames.
Even the arrangement had been adjusted by Norton countless times.
Removing the pictures from the wall wasn’t as difficult as I had imagined. At first, it was a little hard to pry them off, but once I got the hang of it, it came off easily. The wall didn’t look as bad as I thought it would, either,
I put the photos one by one into a cardboard box.
When my gaze fell on a photo in the corner, I felt a sense of nostalgia,
I suddenly remembered the first time I met Norton.
At that time, he had just turned seventeen.
When his parents brought him over, I thought he was just a rebellious teenager.
It wasn’t until I learned that he hadn’t slept for three days and nights that I started to take him seriously.
The results of Norton’s evaluations were not good. He had severe psychological disorders and bipolar disorder.
Before that, he had already seen many psychologists, but none of them worked.
For the first few months, he was extremely defensive and wouldn’t talk to me.
I put in a lot of effort, and gradually, he began to open up to me,
The root of Norton’s illness was the death of his younger sister,
In high school, Norton had been rebellious, often getting into fights, and he made many enemies.
During his second year of high school, he took his sister out to play, and they were cornered in a deserted building.
A group of people held him down and, to take revenge, taunted his sister right in front of him.
In the chaos, his sister fell to her death.
This incident left a deep psychological scar on Norton. He blamed himself for his sister’s death and felt helpless in the face of it.
After that, his already volatile temperament became even more uncontrollable, and his emotions became highly unstable.
After a year of treatment, Norton’s condition stabilized, and his episodes became less frequent.
But at the same time, I noticed that he became more and more dependent on me.
There were moments when our eyes met, and I could clearly see the love in his gaze.
To avoj, things getting worse, I switched his psychologist.
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Chapter 2
As expected, he was highly resistant,
He went crazy in the treatment room, throwing things, and even became violent
When I rushed over, three adult men couldn’t hold him down, and he was glaring at the front with a folding knite in the land bes
It wasn’t until I appeared that his tense expression slowly relaxed.
Norton, like a child who had done something wrong, didn’t dare to look at me. His head hung low, and his eyes were red
“Dr. Timothy, have you given up on me too?”
Because of this, Norton’s anxiety became more severe,
er, after discussions, it was decided that I would continue treating Norton.
Two years later, his condition was fully stabilized.
After our final session, he stood downstairs, holding flowers and waiting for me for a long time.
When I finished work, he cautiously handed me the bouquet, his expression both serious and nervous.
“Helen Timothy, I like you.”
I furrowed my brow, about to say something, but he interrupted.
“I’m very clear–headed now. I like you not because you treated me, and not because I relied on you. I just like you, as a person I understand your professional ethics, so you don’t have to refuse me immediately. I only hope that three years from now, you’ll give me a chance to pursue you want bother you during this time.”
Seeing that I didn’t answer, Norton’s clear eyes darkened, and he spoke in a soft, almost aggrieved voice.
“Is it because of Kitty? I’m sorry, Helen I was a fool back then. I’ll never make the same mistake again 1 love you. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved
But before I could speak, I heard a voice behind me.
“Helen Timothy, what are you doing with that man?”
It was Kitty Back. She was standing there, looking at us coldly.
