(JOY)
HE SAID IT. He named the emotion in his eyes that I tried my best to ignore in the past weeks. “No. Don’t, Martin. Please,” I whispered as I shook my head.
“I can’t do anything about it, Joy. I am already in love with you. I know that you can’t return my feelings right now. I also know that a psychiatrist confessing his love to his patient is wrong. But this is how I feel, Joy,” Martin continued with a small smile.
“So please allow me to do everything I can for you. I want you to get better. I will stay by your side until we are sure that you are completely healed. Until you can finally allow yourself to let someone enter your heart.”
I shook my head again. Then I grabbed his hands that were on my face and attempted to push them away. Martin let m
