Faceless Instincts

Dorian

I had picked some good English breakfast on my way towards his home. Dorian's street was still as bleak as I had left it. Puddles filled with water as leaves drowned in them while Cobblestones were scarred. The dim sky didn't add anything, moreover, it removed any conceivable loveliness that one could find in this neighbourhood.

It was as if I had discovered it for the first time. I slowed down the car and looked around, I saw no one except rusted gates broken fences and old houses. It was sad to look at it, isolated from the main city and almost empty. I felt a twinge of sadness for everybody who had to leave their houses just so they can live in a crowded place.

As I drove further in I saw Dorian's house. It was undeniably beautiful, and with that, the memories of the night before came rushing back to my mind. I gripped the wheel and composed myself before pulling in front of his home.

I got out of the car and shuddered as the cold wind kissed my skin. Walking towards his house I glanced back to where I had seen that old lady. That house looked significantly older than Dorian's and I saw no one else in there. I turned back and opened the fence door, wet wood was cold on my skin so I hastily shoved my hand in the pocket while holding hot breakfast in the other and walked inside.

Luckily I heard a tapping sound and glanced up "Hey." I saw Dorian's face looking down at me and waving, "Good morning" he said with a dimpled smile.

"Good morning, I came bearing breakfast," I said lifting the bag.

"Come from the back," he said gesturing with his hand and went out of sight.

It was odd that he asked me to come from the backdoor but I compelled and made my way to the back where I saw him waiting for me. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a loose white shirt with the same muffler around his neck. "I don't remember seeing this meeting up in my schedule, but I do see breakfast and I am not complaining," he said as he walked ahead and grabbed my hand.

"I thought it would be better if we started our day together, you know with a fresh mind and energy," I said, following him into the house.

It was the same as I recalled, shiny and luminous with sunlight straining through the windows and brightening the place.

"Can't argue with that." He walked us into the kitchen and started unpacking the food, "I am sorry but I am hungry, I haven't eaten since last night"

"So have I," I said

He said something in a muffled voice while eating and held his hand signalling me to wait, chewed, swallowed the food and looked at me "why? What did you do after you left?"

I went inflexible, "oh.. nothing I was just tired so I crashed."

He looked at me for a long moment and then nodded, and offered me my plate, "would you like some coffee? I just brewed a pot"

"Yes and thank you"

I watched his back as he filled two mugs with piping hot coffee, "Now, healer, what made you come here so early?" He asked with his back still facing me.

"What do you mean?"

He placed the pot back, dusted his hands and walked around the counter, "you are a psychiatrist, not a psychic who knew I was hungry and brought the breakfast" he paused just for a second, "I know you have questions."

I shrugged, there was no point in leading him on, "you're right and I only want the truth"

He looked right into my eyes, his own looked like an ocean, deep blue and haunting yet enticing, I was wholly aware of the likelihoods that I might drown but that made me want to jump into their very depths altogether and then to my revelation he slowly laced his fingers through mine, "then let's take this to a place where we don't have to hide, somewhere we don't have to lie and play pretend"