Prologue

The clock's pendulum was swinging; its hands pointed at the numbers four and number twelve. The sky gradually turned into dark shades of orange, red and honey maple syrups.

Putting down the paper - which scripted the date, session's time, patient's name, and his/her problem- given by the administration staff, I stretched my back and mentally gave myself a pat.  I put on my glasses and opened a brand new page of my reports book. 

Today's session had been the most interesting session in my history of working as a psychotherapist.

Author's Words

Thank you for clicking and reading my stories. Thank you for the comments and subscribe. Thank you for the 1st review and 2nd review. 

I wrote this story because I'm fed up with the whole prejudice things. In real life, in cyber world, anywhere. 

Also, kudos to Lee Taemin, the man who deserves to be treated as a real man and to be judged by his personal talents not by looks.

This story was modified on Monday, August 20^th 2012.

It was reviewed by Puffiee at Scribbles and DeviLaugh.

- the early bird that gets the worm