Through Her Eyes

Chapter 7

My heart was in a fluttery state, and joy was imminent, beaming from my glossed smile as I rode on my bicycle. The air felt fresher, crisp against my tongue. To be fair, being shut down by the handsome guy was disheartening, but the mere thought of him made me giddy, as though it were some old high school crush. Laying my eyes on that pair of gorgeous eyes left me entrapped in a cycle of wonder. Did he like me? Most likely not, however, that should barely matter. Nothing better than a good storyline for an unreal fantasy.

I locked my bicycle and began making my way toward my second home—Darthmond Therapeutic Services.

I hopped off my bicycle and entered the building. Fortunately, my therapist's office was on the first floor, which was a relief considering how the elevators were constantly on lockdown, forcing both staff and clients to use the stairs. This inevitably turned many from the brink of obesity to snatched figures, considering the hideous cardio it took to get to the first floor. The building had the longest flight of stairs I had ever seen,  reaching up to 15 flight of stairs.

"Good morning," my therapist greeted me with a forced smile, leaving the door open for me to enter.

I stood up and walked into her citric-scented office.

"You look different," she mentioned, her brown eyes scanning me from head to toe. She poured herself tea from a distinct teacup and sat down. No notebook in sight. Granted, my outfit was a bit different—I had put on a pink shirt for once.

I didn't respond to her statement, only offering a nod as I tried to contain my smile.

I sat down as usual, staring back at the woman.

"I suppose today there might be a slight possibility of us actually progressing, seeing as you're a bit more light-hearted."

She crossed one leg over the other.

"You still don't care to fill me in on your escapades?"

I nodded slightly.

"Sure then, do tell."

I sat for a moment, trying to maintain composure while applying pressure to my hands. I hesitated, biting my lower lip, which caused a sharp pain to surge through my gums.

"I like someone," I blurted out. "A cute guy I met at a bar."

She remained composed, a slight grin forming on her face.

"He made me forget, for a second, about everything. I felt butterflies."

"What did you two talk about?"

"Nothing... we just greeted each other." I smiled lightly.

"And all those feelings from one encounter?" She raised an eyebrow.

I nodded.

"He must be devilishly handsome."

I blushed slightly, nodding again.

There was an eerie silence between us. I already had an inkling she might use this moment to pry into my memory, which slightly annoyed me but also made me reflect. The car ride, the odd vision I had of the guy I met. I barely knew him, hell not even his name yet from going on a car ride with him I had some formulated thought of him for some reason.

"I had an odd vision," I said abruptly. "I met someone else, a stranger who moved into our residence, and I had this vision of us dancing, staring into each other's eyes while he played some strange music."

Her eyes lit up momentarily as she leaned forward. She picked up her pen, noting down one word.

"What was the name of the song?"