38 Therapis

Tsuru looked at the so-called therapist scanning her up and down marking things down in a paper. She looked like a middle-aged woman who knew what she was doing. But a little part of Tsuru couldn't help but feel on edge. This wasn't what she imagined when the boys said she'd go to a therapist.

"Hello, Tsuru, I'm doctor Rubio.I've heard you've been experiencing memory loss would you like to talk about it?" The doctor asked calmly while looking intently at Tsuru.

She supposed this was with the boys meant therapist someone who gets into your life and questions it. They had told her to be honest, so here she went, "It all started at seven hundred years ago. I started forgetting small parts of my memory...At the start of small things like names, places, objects, but... Then I forgot about complete events. Big patches of my memory just blank, lost. Sometimes I remember them but it comes with certain happenings. I don't really know how to explain it." She expected her to look at her weird or something but the doctor just hummed and kept writing.

"Continue," Rubio told her without looking up at her. Her clicking of the pen and tapping against the paper made it irritating slightly but once Tsuru continued to talk it was like she couldn't hear it when concentrating on her words.

"I tried to kill this old lover of mine because of what I remember he... betrayed me," Tsuru explained.

Rubio crossed her hands over her chest, "What you're experiencing something normal for a genie your age. It's like short term memory loss or alzheimer. However, I do believe there's a way to regain your memory. After all, you do have the body and physical capabilities of a much younger person than you mentally are. It could all just because of trauma."

Scribbling down on the paper she reached back and took some blank sheets from her desk. Handing them over to Tsuru, along with a pen, "I want you to draw what comes to mind with the word home. Doesn't matter if it's the simplest of things like a door, a bed, maybe a special object, take your time."

Clicking the pen Tsuru was about to start, stopping her hand right before the pen touched the paper and looking up at doctor Rubio, "I'm not artistic."

"Really? Not even after so many years?" She chuckled trying chitchat but unable to get even a small quiver on Tsuru's lip, sighing she leaned back onto her chair, "Don't worry just give it a try."

Tsuru stared at the paper for a while before starting her drawing. Small lines became big lines, forming the crooked picture of her old home in Arabia. It was hard to decipher but after she got in its shape and a door it made enough sense. She huffed in frustration finding the picture to messy and weird, unable to really understand it if she hadn't been the one to make it.

The strokes of the pen gliding through the page when drawing the clothes she vividly remembered he used to wear. The person she drew being her brother and the happiness she felt remembering their times together until suddenly she stopped. Dropping the pencil and squinting her eyes as she looked at the paper, "what was his name..." she whispered softly.

"What is it?" Rubio asked when noticing the change in her complexion.

"Him... it's just that..." she showed her the picture, "He's my brother but... I can't recall his name."

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"Hm." Were all the sounds Rubio made before writing something down, "What's the other one?"

Tsuru grabbed the paper and saw the crooked house, "It's where I lived, back in Arabia. I remember it clearly, but my artistic skills don't help."

Rubio took the paper from Tsuru, "You could try visiting places you know you've been to, it could help regain those lost pieces of your memory."

"So I go and visit Arabia?" Tsuru questioned to see if she had understood correctly.

"Yes, amongst many other places you remember. Spend your time visiting those old places. After all the older, the better to help you remember." She explained and got up to walk towards her desk, placing her writing on top and looking back at Tsuru, "Keme's outside waiting for you, I'll see you next week."

"That's it?" Tsuru asked, unable to understand how anything she did today was actually progress of any kind.

Rubio tilted her head, "Yes, I understand it's still new to you. Many things have changed over the years, just take it slow and steady." She smiled at Tsuru and gestured to the door, "Have a nice day."

Tsuru stood up still a little unsure of things taking one last look at Rubio, "Aren't you curious about me? The while seven hundred year thing?"

Rubio chuckled, "You're not the first genie I meet. Tsuru, you've been gone a very long time, things have really changed I didn't just say it to make you feel at ease or comfortable. It's true, genie's that are left around, have friends, people to trust. That's why I agreed to help you, Keme's an old friend."

"So you were a genie?"

"Oh no." She shook her head, "I was just a master once, Keme's actually. Really dear friend, believe it or not... I'm sorry to have to ask you to leave, but I do have work to do still."

Tsuru understood what she meant and nodded. Still surprised about finding out she was Keme's, master. How is she alive was the biggest question yet. Leaving her office Tsuru's eyes instantly landed on Keme, sitting on a chair and browsing through his phone. His gaze lifting up from it when the door closed behind her, he instantly smiled at her.