**Another story a bit out of my comfort zone, though I’m quite happy with how it turned out. I’ve been playing a lot of Detroit: Become Human, so yeah…. :)**
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Eric Grey sat patiently in the waiting room. A clock ticked away on the wall, counting down the minutes of the hot August afternoon.
It was not too different from a doctor’s waiting room. Sterile white walls and uncomfortable chairs, with a singular green plant in the corner to try and spice the place up. There were pictures on the walls. Images of happy families playing on sandy beaches, a young couple kissing in a European city, an old man and women strolling through the park holding each other’s hands. Pictures of joy and peace.
Eric rubbed his knees. He was still fighting with whether or not he just stand up and go home. Was this the right thing for him? His sister seemed to think so. He believed a shrink would serve him better, but talking about his personal feelings wasn’t something he was prone to doing. And, surprisingly, this would likely end up cheaper than hiring a psychiatrist. Not that money was a problem. He owned his big house and his job as an architect paid well.