Alan's POV: Trigger Warning - Mention of SA
I shift uncomfortably on Dr. Elara's leather couch, the material creaking beneath me. The office smells of lavender and old books, a scent that should be soothing but only serves to heighten my anxiety. My gaze darts around the room, taking in the concerned faces of my friends—Lynn's hazel eyes filled with worry, Adonis's stoic expression betraying a hint of unease, and Aria's reassuring smile.
"You doing okay there, Alan?" Dr. Elara asks, her silver hair catching the light as she leans forward in her chair.
I force a weak grin.
"Just peachy, Doc. Nothing like having your mind probed to start the day, right?"
Lynn reaches out and squeezes my hand. The warmth of her touch sends a jolt through me, grounding me in the present. God, I don't des
