My Sweetheart's Psyche

Love

It was like a dream. The warm glow of sunset softened the edges of everything it touched. The flowers almost seemed to melt into the background of the rosy sky. Somehow, their scent seemed even stronger as the light faded. The church bells seemed to echo in my chest as they pealed. Tears clouded my vision from the pure beauty of this moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson," the priest called out.

The small group burst into applause and cheers. Myself included. Thomas beamed out from his spot at the alter. Laura, his fiancée- well, his wife now- looked just as thrilled as she clung to his arm. I was so happy for both of them.

I jumped a bit as a sheet of white suddenly blocked my vision. A tissue. I glanced over to see Mr. Weston smiling as he held it out to me. I returned his smile sheepishly as I took it.

"Thanks."

"A little emotional, are we?" He asked.

"Weddings, man," I commented, dabbing my eyes. "They get me every time. The fact that it's Thomas' certainly isn't helping."

He chuckled softly. "I never took you for the overly sentimental type. Although, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. It is you after all."

I pouted a bit. "What do you mean by that?"

He reached over and grabbed my hand. He squeezed it gently, looking amused.

"I mean, you're a gentle, caring, sensitive woman, and I shouldn't be surprised that you act that way with everyone. Not just me."

He lifted my hand to bring it to his lips. I snatched it away quickly. I looked around nervously. Luckily, it seemed that everyone was still focused on Thomas and Laura. I let out a sigh of relief before turning to glare at him.

"Jack, we talked about this," I hissed quietly.

He looked down at the ground. He nodded as if understanding. I felt bad. It wasn't like I wanted to act cold towards him, but this really wasn't the place for him to be doing that kind of stuff.

Which is what I told him before we left the mansion this morning. I was really glad it was Jack who appeared today. After all, he was one of the personalities who didn't get to say goodbye to Thomas before he retired. He was also the one who was closest to him. I'm pretty sure there's no one else in this world Thomas would have chosen to be here today.

That being said, bringing Jack brought its own set of difficulties. To start, he was naturally affectionate with me. While I normally didn't mind that fact, I didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention towards us. Or towards our relationship.

Thomas wasn't exactly aware that our relationship had become less-than-professional since he left. I wasn't sure how he'd react if he knew and I really didn't want to find out. Especially not today.

Today was his day. I didn't want anything Jack or I did to overshadow him and Laura. We were already having enough trouble with that as it was.

Which was the second problem I was having with Jack. Well, I guess "Jack" was too specific. It was really a problem with Mr. Weston. The problem being that everyone knew who he was.

As much as we tried to stay quiet and blend into the background, it was nearly impossible. All eyes had been on us since the moment we sat down. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised.

Thomas never tried to hide what he used to do for work. I assume Laura didn't really try to hide the truth either. Everyone knew about Mr. Weston before he even arrived.

The rich, reclusive man with the rare mental illness. The man with behavior so erratic that he drove some of the world's best caretakers from his home. A man's whose care was so specialised that Thomas was searching for over a year to find a proper replacement. How could people not be curious?