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     White, blank walls with just one simple painting of a bouquet of flowers. Harry stared forward, feet kicked up on the couch with his body turned to lean back against the armrest.
     "Tell me, what's the point of trying to get better if it means having to pay so much out of pocket for it?" He bluntly said, ignoring the flinch from the other presence in the room. So much ran through his head, all the while nothing at all.
     "I wish I had an honest answer, Harry," the voice replied. "But know that I do care and I want to see you get better."
     Harry scoffed. "They pay you to say that."
     "Maybe they do," the retort struck. "But I mean it. I've known you for a couple months now and you've made so much progress since our first meeting. Healing isn't linear, you'll always have your ups and downs, but how you handle them will determine the results."
     Maybe he was right, maybe he wasn't. Harry didn't reply, keeping his gaze forward. Thoughts of him ran through his mind and Harry kept his stare for as long as he could, not wanting to see images of him flash behind his eyelids.
     "Tell me, have you had any thoughts of Matt?" Doctor Vasquez' voice broke the silence.
     "Not until now," Harry lied sarcastically, but then his tone fell flat. "Yeah, I have."
     Vasquez sighed, bending his leg to prop his foot up on top of his opposing knee. "Harry," his voice was gentle and hesitant, careful on how to approach his next phrase. "I want you to take into account a few things..."
     "You want to be happy, I know you do. You're tired of the constant battle between your head and heart. You have friends who love you and support you, a job where you finally can feel accepted for who you are, and a passion for making music that has so much potential to bloom into a career. There's a light in you, Harry. A light that wants to shine through."
     Harry finally turned his head, making eye contact with his therapist. His green eyes had a grey tint to them, and Vasquez could see that Harry was breaking inside. "None of that matters if I don't work on the shit that's going on in my head and heart."

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