R H A P S O D Y

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"I'm fine."

"I'll be the judge of that." My head snapped up as I heard the very smug and very annoying voice of my therapist. He was leaning against the doorway with a smirk on his face, but I was barely able to see it because the large mug of coffee he was holding in front of his mouth nearly hid it...Actually, the mug he was holding happened to be my favorite mug! I'm the only one whos allowed to use it!

"Who the hell invited you?" I grunted. "And why do you have my mug?"

"Billie told me to come and check on you," He shrugged as he stepped into the room. "She said she figured now was as good a time for a therapy session as any." He ignored my question about the mug completely.

"I'm busy." I mumbled as I focused on my laptop again.

"This won't take long," He insisted as he shoo'd Cora out of her seat and took it himself. "How are you feeling?"

"Annoyed."

"Mhm...That's very concerning to me," He furrowed his brows as he crossed one leg over the other. "Being annoyed in my presence is nearly impossible. You know, since I'm the most incredible, wonderful being in the world and all. People are usually in the best mood when I'm around." He smirked.

"You're hilarious." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm gonna go make myself a snack." Cora mumbled when Klaus sent her a look. She closed the door behind her, and Klaus began talking almost immediately.

"You need to stop blaming yourself for other people's actions. You didn't know Billie and the rest of your friends had plans of beating up Julian and his friends. You didn't know they'd end up in jail, you didn't know that Parker was involved, and you didn't know that Julian was gonna hurt her the way he did. None of this is your fault."

"Um...Stalker much?" I furrowed my brows. "How the hell did you know all that? Witchcraft?"

"Billie filled me in on the situation. She called me after getting a call from your friend—" He looked down at the smeared writing on his hand and I sent him an unamused look as he smiled bashfully at me. "—Paris. She had a sneaking suspicion that you were blaming yourself for what happened with Parker and wanted me to come over and check on you...Also, yeah, a bit of witchcraft."

"It's not my fault she got beat up," I shrugged. "I don't blame myself for anything."

"Liar." I tried not to look away from him as Valerie appeared in the corner of my room, glaring at me.

"I wish you truly believed that," He sighed. "Have you been sleeping well lately? The bags under your eyes tell me you haven't. You've probably been up all night thinking about everything—" He shook his head and let out another sigh. "And now Valerie's back, making you feel even worse than what you were before."

"You—She isn't—" I shook my head, trying to argue.

"I don't have that many patients, Dahlia, and I take pride in knowing the ones that I do have very well. You've been seeing me since August. That's six months. Six months I've had to study you. I know you." He narrowed his eyes at me.