Because of my display of emotion earlier, I felt myself returning to normal—back to someone who could feel anger, joy, and sorrow. It was a relief, yet fragile, and I knew Alex was carefully observing me, making sure the change would last. She feared that if she left me alone, I might slip back into the robotic shell I had been trapped in for so long.
"I'm happy your condition has improved, Freya," Alex said breathlessly, checking over her medical equipment before carefully packing it away. "For now, avoid storing emotions in your heart. If you feel sadness or anger building, release it—cry, scream, or whatever helps. There’s no guarantee you won’t relapse."
I tried to smile at her, though deep down, I wished I didn’t have to. I didn’t want to return to that fragile, emotional self, vuln
