Silence stretches. The avoidant stares at the floor. Avoidant: What… what have I done? Their voice cracks. Therapist: You spent your whole life trying to hide from yourself. The avoidant’s face collapses. The anger drains. The armor finally gives way. They sob. And sob. And sob. The therapist quietly reaches over, hands them a tissue. Therapist: You ran from love. You ran from truth. You ran from pain you never learned how to hold. The avoidant can barely breathe now.