A New Sense of Euphoria (Faigrance)

"Emerald green huh... if it's green we're talking about I can't help thinking about seagreen oceans, the ones that look so deep yet it's just, shallow." Like fearing something that's actually not to be feared about.

Versil laughed, her eyes smiling at the refreshing change the student was able to accomplish. "Oh, another favorite is pastel lavender, you know when the sun is just around the corner but there's still no rays? It's just like faded very light violet. During those times, it's like you own the world."

She's normal like this, narrating her experience, painting her feelings. She hoped to establish something with Tyler over the border of doctor and patient.

She wanted him to look at her and see someone he could trust.

She wanted him to see her not as his psychiatrist, but his friend.

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"Yeah you are." Versil admitted, not feeling the urge to lie. She was never the type to lie to anyone anyway. "But you're also kind." She added, remembering his wish of no one ever getting sick again. And the she started gesturing with her hands drawing some lines in the air. "But hey, when you're down, you can't go anywhere else but up, right?"

"And I believe there is no such thing as impossible. The word itself says it: 'I'm possible.'" Versil made sure to not break the eye contact, to just smile like she wanted to, to speak with gentle cheer.

"I'm not saying everything will go smoothly from now Tyler." She finally said, deciding to hit home for the first time. "But I can assure you, you're not alone through this anymore."

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The psychiatrist smiled, warmth filling her chest with this unexplainable experience.

You're always going to be welcome. Seems too few to answer Tyler's whole-hearted thanks.

So she settled with: "Oh, I have some cheesecake I bet you want to taste them yes? I made them." She excused as she slowly stood up and maneuvered to the kitchen.

She honestly wanted Tyler to taste her specialty, but she also wanted to call Giro, tell him that it's okay to stay out a little longer. She needed a little more time to be with this kid. She wanted to spend some more time with him, help him with the best she can. And the fact that Giro is the jealous type won't help so...

She reached for the cake and got it out of the ref, sliced two parts and placed them on two different plates.

As she moved about the little kitchen, she thought of what the kid might be thinking. Maybe Tyler thinks he'll be a bother, or that maybe she'll also turn away like what Versil is sensing his past could have accumulated so many memories of.

She knows she won't be able to overwrite those painful realities, but it is her moral code to never break promises. She promised Tyler that she'll journey with him until he'll be able to get a hold of whatever he wants to get a hold of.

And she will never give up until then.

Specially not on those who needs her.

"Blueberry, is it okay?" She chimed as she gently placed the plates on the nearest flat surface she can. "Give me a minute to get Earl Grey." And she dashed right back to the little kitchen to fetch some.

Tyler's like a slowly burning candle, all his burnt parts might be wrong...

But what's left of him could be right.

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After forever, Giro finally picked up. "Don't get back yet." She quietly said. Of course the other line asked why, but she just told him she'll explain later and hung up.

After brewing the tea, she met Tyler back and saw him waiting for her. "I'm sorry for the wait," she apologized as she set down the cups. "So how's the island so far?" She started. A rather middle-lined question. Either he talks or breaks. There's no in-between. But Versil knows what she's doing, she just hopes Tyler will be able to be as strong as she thought he was. And the psychiatrist believes this. She believes, after all Tyler went through, that this kid is stronger than most.

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Versil was hurt. And she does not like it.

Am I not a staff member?

She cleared her throat, afraid that she might give him the shudders if she answered him with the way her mood changed.

She still smiled, though, and when an Arpeggio smiles you never know what they are really thinking. "May I asked, who told you about me?" Her voice didn't change. It would take a highly experienced companion to notice that her tone became a tad darker.

Her aura, not a problem at all. She can easily facade it with her powers.

Apparently, she is not enough.
Still not enough, huh?

"And by Adam, do you, perchance, mean Wayland?" She added, calming herself with every word, holding her cup of Earl Grey still with poise and grace.

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