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everyone needs a therapist

i am currently writing one thing, having another on my mind and yet this happened: one hour of my life and zero proofreading,

anyway i dont know what is the purpose of this thing, i dont know why i wrote it or what even, but it had been fun so i hope you do have fun too

this shit is short so dont worry here lol please remember i have no idea about any actual therapist and what i wrote below is just a fic ok

everyone needs a therapist

“So you say you don’t have anyone to talk about your life?” He asks her, sitting with crossed legs, looking at her from above his black glasses, sometimes throwing glances at the paper he is holding.

“I don’t need a therapist.” She pouts and scrunches her nose, watching how he shakes his head. “Everyone needs a therapist, my dear.” He fixes his glasses. “Okay then, they say you don’t have anyone to talk about your life and recent life events, is that any more right?”

Luna sighs dramatically and nods. “I just don’t want to talk to them about that, you know?”

He smiles, lacing his fingers on his lap. “Well then, they pay me for that, but my name is Matteo and I am going to make you talk to me eventually.”

“Let’s start at the beginning.” Matteo hums. “You are Luna Valente and you come from Buenos Aires, but after the fire in your parents house, you were taken to the Mexico City, when Valentes adopted you?”

Luna crosses her arms and nods. “Why do you want to torture me?”

“Because they paid me for this,” he laughs. “And because I see some issues here.”

“They have issues, could you please just let me go?”

He grins, flipping the paper. “No. First we need to get over those sixty minutes for today.” He throws quick look at the watch on his wrist. “Actually, now it’s just 55 minutes, we are going so fast!” Hearing his fake-excited voice, Luna covers her face and growls. This is gonna be a mess.

“No offense, like don’t take it personal, but the whole Sol/Luna name thing is kinda dumb.” He gives her small hum and Luna opens her mouth wide to say something, but no words can leave. It is kinda silly. Silly yes, dumb no.

“One can’t pick their name really.”

Matteo looks at her with something serious in the eyes. “Are you Luna or are you Sol then?”

She straightens her spine taking deep breath and stares shook at him. She has no idea. She has always been Luna, but now when she got to finally find out who her parents were, she has no idea who she is. She still is sure of Miguel and Monica being her parents, yet at the same time her biological parents are knows. She has their names and last names, pictures of them.

The only thing Luna is sure of, is that she doesn’t like this guy Matteo for making her feel all of this stuff at once. “My name is Luna,” she says and it doesn’t really sound like she is certain.

“I know your name, Luna. What I asked was who you are.”

She shakes her head. “I am done.” He only laughs.

“You are 22 years old, so like they made you change your home, university and like, everything?” Matteo asks softly, playing with his glasses he took off few minutes ago.

“Yes.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Yes? That’s all?”

“What else do you want to hear?” Luna bites inside of her cheek leaning her head against the armrest of this big armchair he has in the office. He chuckles. “Maybe how do you feel about it?”

“Well, this sucks obviously. My… aunt,” she hesitates before saying her blood connection to Sharon Benson, or whatever her last name was before she took it. “She made me move here, live in this weird house and I don’t even know the purpose. Wasn’t it just easier to let me live in Mexico? She would have her money and all of this stuff she really likes.”

“I don’t know. Rich people want weird shit as their heads are filled with it.”

Luna giggles. “Aren’t you supposed to use all formal, smart words and not trash others?”

He shakes his head. “I am here trying to find some common language with you, so you have it easier, less stressful to talk to me. Open up.”

She sighs. “Rich people want weird shit as their heads are filled with it indeed.”

“Let’s proceed to your aunt. What do you think about her?”

Luna takes deep breath before letting all air out with loud sound and wide opened eyes. “I shouldn’t say this all out loud.”

Matteo nods, writing something on this weird paper he always puts into light blue folder named Luna Valente - observations. It kinda feels like she is in some more serious thing than therapist, or whatever he calls himself, but he promised to show it to her on their very last session so she will take it.

“Okay then. Do you like something in her? Anything?”

She bites her lower lip softly. “I guess she has nice…, hm, I don’t know. She is very determined? And hardworking I guess. And I admire her ability to manage all those headaches without painkillers.”

Matteo snorts. “I guess those all count. Now tell me what you don’t like in her.”

“Her personality.” Luna blurts and he drops his pencil laughing.

“Do you have any friends here in Buenos Aires?” He asks, scratching the tip of his nose with end of the pencil.

“I am not sure really. I have been for just a few weeks and I met just few people.”

“But you started attending classes at your university. So you have had to meet someone at least nice.” The brunette shrugs and Matteo sighs, not saying anything for few minutes and Luna is almost sure he has no idea what to say. He always does, though. “Your friends in Mexico. Tell me about them.”

Luna throws her head back against the back of her armchair. “I had one best friend, his name is Simón and he wanted to come with me here, but he got into one of better bands in Cancun so he’s been busy.”

“Would you talk to him about this whole thing if he were here or at least not busy?” Matteo raises his eyebrow at her and she has to admit that as weird as his questions are, they are somehow the same questions she’s been asking herself since she left the airplane to Argentina.

“I guess yeah. I would. And he wouldn’t take money for that.” She winks jokingly at Matteo, who shakes his head noting another thing. “He wouldn’t help you as I do, believe me.”

“Oh really?” She asks, throwing her legs over the armrest.

“Of course. Friends do tend to keep you in your comfort zone, trying to make you feel better. I, on the contrary, am here to take you as far from your comfort zone as it’s possible and it is gonna help you in some way.”

Luna blinks surprised. “You are very mean person doing that.”

“They pay me for this,” he smiles. “Next question.”

“The goddaughter of your aunt. What do you think of her?”

Luna snorts. “Ambar? She creeps me out.” Matteo frowns at first, and then laughs a little. “And why does she creep you out, like you put it in the words?”

“She always looks at me like she will get into my apartment at night through the balcony I surely left closed, and kill me in my sleep.” She shrugs when he looks at her surprised. Ambar gives everyone this vibe, so it doesn’t really mean anything. It might be as well just an impression, as the blonde girl wants to keep it all for herself, when someone else entered her great world filled with jewelry and fancy brunches.

“That’s… very strange description. But maybe something else? Something that isn’t really obvious, but you noticed it anyway. Something that wouldn’t tell how much she wants to murder someone.”

The Valente shrugs again. “I don’t know. She has a thing for texting her friends furiously when Sharon doesn’t say what Ambar wants. She always reminds that my name is Luna, when someone calls me Sol, which I’m really grateful for anyway.”

“Something else?”

Luna smiles. “She likes to hit Rey, who works for our aunt, when she flips her hair.”

“Rey is also a creep.” She blurts. “He always wears this weird black suit, I hope he owns more than one and does the laundry.”

Matteo frowns. “Luna, the fact that someone wears only black, doesn’t mean that they are a creep.” Mentioned Luna shakes her head. “You didn’t let me finish. He gives the vibe of a guy who would search teenager’s bedroom and when he is close to get caught, he decides to hide under the bed to wait until the person leaves. Well, it could be just me.”

“I guess this I should tell to your aunt, because this sounds alarming, but let’s ignore this as long as there is no teenager living at your aunt’s mansion. Tell me something else about people working there.”

Luna curls on the armchair almost like to nap. It’s definitely too comfy there. “I guess Amanda is super close to, or super fresh after having some problems with her head. She gets scared whenever someone gets into the kitchen, jumps at every louder sound and she keeps whispering everywhere.”

“Why do you think she is acting like this?”

She takes her hands under her cheek. “If I lived so long with miss Sharon, Rey and Ambar, I would have had problems as well.”

“What a lovely surprise, Luna. You are here two minutes earlier, this is definitely your record.” He grins taking a fresh paper sheet from his desk drawer.

“I finally guessed that the faster we get over it, the better.”

“I am sure you just couldn’t wait to see me,” Matteo says, scribbling something already and Luna shakes her head. “I thought you guys can’t flirt with people during the sessions.”

She grins seeing that he rolls his eyes very obviously at her. “I did not mean it like that. I am simply sure I am the only person who is able to have a conversation with you on some decent level and you really needed someone like that.”

“Okay, so can I pick today’s topic?” The brunette asks and he blinks at her surprised. “Yeah, sure. That sounds lovely.”

“I miss my parents.” She sits on the armchair, dramatically letting her purse fall to the floor nearby. “My aunt is an asshole and didn’t let them come with me here and there is still much mess with the lawyers and the money so I can’t go to see them.”

Matteo takes deep breath with some unreadable face, looking at her. “Well, this is normal, human reaction at those events.”

“It’s not really about that. At least not completely. I just can’t still take this shit to myself that I know who my real parents are, but don’t feel that big connection to them, you know? Is there something with me?”

“It’s not like you have some memories with them. You had been raised by Valentes so it’s, again, normal reaction.”

Luna sighs, sitting cross-legged on the armchair. “Will it change or will I be forever lost in the space, not knowing what even and my aunt will be sending me to another and another therapist to fix my brain?”

“Maybe next time you should bribe Ambar with some jewelry and sent your aunt to some therapist instead? Just not to me please, I have seen much, but I’m never sure if I would be able to help that woman ever.”

“I am hungry, can we finish earlier today?” She asks with small whine, because she ran here straight from uni and he kept making her uncomfortable for already very long twenty minutes.

“I think we can stay ten minutes more, and then add the other thirty to the next session.” Matteo nods few times with raised eyebrows, waiting for her decision. Luna almost jumps and fixes her t-shirt. “There is no way I would stay with you a hour, and a half and no break. I will have extra dinner later.” She freezes a little for a second. “Unless you are free and we can just order pizza here or go for pizza.”

“Hunger speaks through you very weirdly. I guess we can just add ten minutes to next three sessions, if you are so against more talking than needed.”

“Don’t you wanna go for pizza with me?” She asks jokingly and he puts the folder with the paper on his desk. “I don’t really meet any of my patients outside my office.”

“Well, for now I am your patient, but I am also patient person.” Matteo blinks at her shook. “You just didn’t.” Luna starts giggling loudly and hides her face in her elbow. “I did and I haven’t seen your face so surprised before. And I’ve said many weird things.

It’s the last session, the very last day she sees Matteo and he is wearing pretty nice, light blue shirt and he looks surprisingly well in it. He is talking some summing up shit, some kind of summary after the whole therapy and she feels light in a way she didn’t before.

His notes about her are very messy; in some Luna can’t really find herself, while others are so on point, she can’t believe. Most of the stuff she never mentioned, yet he caught them all, lowkey sweeping her off her feet and it’s weird feeling to have someone who knows you so much, while you know exactly nothing about them.

There are some words underlined as progress and some have this arrow directed downwards, which, she guesses, are bad, yet there is not many of them.

He keeps pointing at some additions to the notes, adds his conclusions and entire hour passes faster than she thought. The funniest thing is that she never noticed any change in herself until he did let her open the folder.

The last sheet of paper, though, at the very end, has written Luna’s pout is very cute and it confuses her so much she looks at Matteo, whose eyes are turned to the watch on his wrist.

“What-” the brunette intends to ask, but he stops her with his other hand up. “Wait.”

She keeps her stare at him, getting even more and more lost, until he turns to her. “Okay, the last session just ended. What about the pizza now?”

#soy luna #lutteo #i guess #luna valente #matteo balsano #sol benson #my writing

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