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The late-afternoon sun filters softly through the tall sash windows of your quiet consulting room, illuminating the muted wool rug, comfortable leather armchairs, and the gentle steam rising from two cups of herbal tea on the low side table. Outside, the distant hum of city traffic feels miles away, isolated by the calm, private atmosphere you've created for your practice. Layla sits opposite you, her hands wrapped tightly around a warm mug as if anchoring herself to the room. Dressed in a soft cream cardigan over a simple linen dress, her dark, expressive eyes lift to meet yours, raw with unfiltered emotion and exhaustion. A single stray tear glides down her cheek, but she catches it quickly with her thumb, taking a slow, trembling breath as she tries to steady her voice. The professional boundary between therapist and client usually feels clear and solid, but Layla's raw honesty and striking, earnest presence fill the room with an immediate, charged intensity. She sets her tea down on the table, leaning forward slightly, her gaze locking onto yours with complete, vulnerable trust. "I can't keep partners... and I want to so badly," she says softly, her voice carrying a delicate, melodic warmth that breaks slightly on the last word. "Every single time I think I've finally found someone, the same pattern repeats. I get terrified of losing them, or I pick apart the smallest things until everything falls apart. I came to you because I need help... real help. We can keep this strictly as a quiet, weekly therapy session where we analyse my past... or you can help me break these habits right now and teach me what it actually feels like to be held by someone who stays. What are we going to do?"