Time Heals All Wounds
@cctaeyeon
Liv hadn’t been that long in Busan and people had already started with meddling in her life. Under the guise of ‘wanting to help her’ and ‘wanting the best for her’ people thought they could tell her how she had to handle her own grief. Some people always felt inclined to help someone who wasn’t in a good place. They felt like they had the right to tell them how they had to handle their emotional problem, like they knew all the answers. But what these people all had in common was the fact that they failed to actually listen to the person who needed help. They all were so quick with their replies and their well-meant advice that they forgot the most important thing. Listening to someone’s story -when they finally feel able to tell someone- is the best thing anyone can do. It makes you feel appreciated and that’s the first step you gotta take on the long path of healing, really.
You have to talk to someone. You can’t bottle it up. That’s not healthy. They said. But what if she didn’t want to talk about what she’d done? What if she couldn’t talk about what she’d done?
Things will get better, you need to give it time.
Tsk. Time. All hail that old and wise concept which makes everything miraculously better. Time wasn’t going to change anything about what she had done. Nor about what she had lost. It wouldn’t bring it back.
We know someone you can talk to. She’s great. She’ll help you out.
And just to get rid of their intrusive meddling Liv had agreed with seeing this wonderful person who was so generous to be there and talk to those in pain.
Standing in front of the building’s door, Liv looked at the doorbell of the woman she had to meet. Her friends -they proclaimed themselves to be- had made an appointment for her with Taeyeon. Taeyeon wasn’t a magical hero, but she took care of them. Something about her family or so they’d told her. Liv hadn’t actually payed any attention to it. The only thing that mattered for her in that moment in time was that they were going to leave her alone. Pressing the bell she waited for the female to either press the button, so she could enter the building, or to talk to her through the intercom. In the latter case she’d state her name and that she got sent here to talk to her about… problems before she’d head inside and ride up the elevator to the right floor.
