After Dark💀

Dalia

As upset as he is, David is forced to maintain his composure. After all, he is supposed to be a professional shrink, as May had referred to him. He smiles as the thought crosses his mind, eases his anger abit. Dalia places her handbag by her feet, as if ready to leave any minute. She clasps her hands, positioning them over the slit of her skirt. Today, her top is not so revealing.  The skirt however...

"Where do we start?" She shoots, which is rather uncommon of her. She is not a conversation starter. Something has changed.

"You seem...different today Dalia." David observes, watching her body language for any hints. She smiles, and although it doesn't reach her ears, he notices.

"It's not a bad day."

"How so?"

"Well... some days are bad and others aren't, wouldn't you say?"

This response catches David off guard, so much so he does not know how to feel about how forward she is.

"Have you made up with your husband?"

"That is never going to happen."

"Oh?"

"He is out of my life for good."

"May I ask you a personal question?" He asks, and her brows furrow, making him explain himself, "I know, I ask many personal questions but this one might come off as offensive if not intrusive." Dalia nods.

"Did you ever cheat on your husband?" Dalia looks like she would like to deny, or act offended. But perhaps the fact that she is with her therapist rids her of the need. Instead, she just states at him, like a deer in headlights.

"Did he know?"

"No."

"Were you tired of your husband or was he truly no longer worthy of being so?"

"I don't understand what you mean." She responds, starting to feel uncomfortable. He presses on.

"Well...you cheated on him, I cannot imagine why you would leave him over his sins while you too are or were clearly a sinner."

"I had my reasons."

"To cheat?"

"Yes."

"Reasons you shared with him?"

"Not exactly. Are you interrogating me or something?"

"I'm trying to understand your perspective. So I can help you get through this." He retracts, partly because he doesn't want her to run. Not just yet. Her shoulders fall as she releases the tension.

"I feel a bit light headed. I think I'll head on home and we can pick up from there." She is lying, and he knows it. Still, he nods, shutting the notebook on which he barely wrote anything throughout today's session.

✨Third Person POV✨

Dalia never quite felt so uneasy in her therapist's office. If anything, he always made her feel like she could be herself, until today. Today she felt as if he was in her space, and she wanted nothing but to run. And ran she did. But even as she walked hurriedly into the parking lot, somehow, she could feel his presence. Perhaps it was how he bore his eyes into her, like he could see into the darkness in her soul. Dismissing her thoughts, Dalia thought she was just paranoid, started her car and drove off.

She passed by the grocery store to grab a few things, her guest would be visiting again tonight. She was excited about it. It felt rejuvenating to be desired again, to be touched by someone who wasn't going to hit her the very next minute. Dalia wasn't sorry she had cheated on her husband with Oliver, neither was she sorry she had fallen in love with him. Amidst all that excitement, she couldn't shake off that nasty feeling.

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From across the street, David can tell Dalia's shopping for company. This might just perfect, he thinks. It's been a while now, he needs to stir things up, create some more puzzles, have another go at the game. If he discovers her, the whole town will be murmuring about it before dawn.

So while Dalia unpacks her shopping bags, he stands right outside her window, watching, waiting, anticipating. He can feel his senses heightening. She did great choosing this appartment, maybe because this kind is the norm in Creekville. There has been places where he struggled to reach them, always a flight of stairs or elevator away. Tends to complicate things. David slides his gloves on as he thinks this, watching Dalia keenly lest he looses sight of her. She disappears behind one of the doors, which he presumes is her bedroom, and reappears minutes later in a nightgown.

She looks lovely, her hair falling freely over her shoulders, slightly covering the straps of her gown. She stands on her toes to pull something from one of the cabinets, leaving her thighs all but exposed. It's like she's provoking him, like she knows he's there.