Your daughter

Almost breathless, when William stands before the door of the session room. However his eyebrows narrow with the nameplate of the room and the name of the therapist.

With a deep and uneven breath, he knocks on the door. His messy hair covers his entire forehead, the puffiness of his eyes and the flustered face, everything is just a package of cuteness if it can be simply explained. After hearing a voice to call him in, he enters the room, silently.

" Dr. Derrida! Where is Juliette?" He asks instantly, looking around. The opposite seat of her is empty.

" It's been a while, William! I didn't expect that I would meet you before your next session!" Dr Derrida smiles, showing him the couch to take a seat.

She is William's therapist as well. Ever since Juliette left, he has been coming here whenever he feels giving up on himself or everything that is stopping him to do so.

So he as well as she is quite surprised that Juliette is the one who he has been talking about for four years.

" Wher