^ Illustrated by. Vanevee at Vgen
Eunoia was born Yvonne Mireille, the one and only cherished daughter of two of the most respected psychologist and lecturer in Penacony.
Their home was a sanctuary for those seeking healing, a place where words and understanding wove together to mend the soul. To Yvonne, her parents were the warm heart of that haven gentle voices that soothed the pain of others and laughter that brightened even the rainiest days.
As a child, she would watch from behind the heavy velvet curtains of their study, fascinated by the way her parent’s voices flowed like a melody, coaxing confessions from wounded hearts. She would see the way they leaned in, eyes kind, never judging, always listening. She memorized their tenderness, their grace. In those moments, she thought she could feel the warmth of the world itself.
But everything changed one cold, silent night. The patient, whose name is never spoken now, was a man twisted by his own fears and secrets. He had come to her parents desperate, haunted by the whispers of scandal an affair that threatened to tear his life apart. Her parents had given him everything: their time, their compassion, their unwavering belief that he could be healed.
Little Yvonne saw it. Herself, peeking from behind the A large medicine cabinet in his parents' practice room that shielded her from the storm of adult truths.
But kindness is not always enough to save a soul.
When the man’s panic curdled into rage, he decided that if he could not have peace, no one could. He murdered her parents with a cold finality, then set the house ablaze to bury the truth in flames. From her hiding place, Yvonne watched the man’s silhouette in the flickering light of fire watched the world she knew turn to ash.
The trauma of that night carved deep into her mind, and she fell into a coma before her twelve birthday.
Extracted from page 6, Eunoia : Emphaty as a Recognition
[ 𝗬𝘃𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲 - 𝗝𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 ]
Nothing hurts me more than that moment.
They said its "Hide and seek" game.
They told me to hide and they will find me.
"we'll find you later Mireille"
Is the biggest lie i've ever heard...
But, then I'm the one who found you.
I could read your lips gesture before you.... Leave me.
The word that still echoing in my mind untill now.
Don't say that you love me
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