I arrived home thirty minutes before Clara was due back from work, my mind still reeling from the vivid dream that had consumed my thoughts. It wasn't just any dream—it involved Dair, whose presence seemed to stir my heart in inexplicable ways. But this time, it wasn't about the usual palpitations; it was the unsettling information I had unearthed.
Somehow, we were connected, but the nature of that connection remained elusive, almost like a puzzle refusing to reveal its final image. As surreal as it all felt, the events unfolding in both our lives were starting to defy mere coincidence. There was an underlying current, a thread woven between us, and I know there's more to this just than the dreams we both are facing.
So today, I decided, I would investigate Clara's laptop like how I saw in my dream. It wasn't that I distrusted her—quite the contrary. Clara was my steadfast friend, caring and attentive in every possible way. If there was something she knew that involved me, surely she would have confided in me already. Yet, the dreams had been relentless, as if nudging me towards a hidden truth.
But one thing I am sure — I trust Clara.
When Clara returned, I played it cool, engaging in small talk as we settled into the evening routine. She was engrossed in the television, which provided the perfect cover for me to initiate my plan. Nervously, I feigned frustration over my own laptop's supposed demise.
"Damn!" I exclaimed, loud enough to startle Clara out of her TV trance.
She glanced over, eyebrows raised in confusion. I seized the moment, offering a sheepish smile. "My laptop's battery died. I was so caught up in watching series whole day, I forgot to charge it. And now I have a ton of work to finish."
"So...?" Clara prompted, clearly puzzled by my erratic behavior.
"Could I borrow your laptop, please? I need to access some library resources," I implored, injecting a hint of desperation into my voice while flashing what I hoped were convincing puppy-dog eyes.
Her hesitation didn't go unnoticed, only feeding my growing suspicion. "You've never been this work-driven before," she remarked with a hint of skepticism.
"Well, I've never taken a day off either, so it's all piled up," I countered, trying to sound nonchalant despite the racing of my heart.
Clara deliberated for a moment before sighing softly and switching off the TV. "Fine, you can use it. The password is Clamie025. Don't overexert yourself. I'm heading to bed."
My heart swelled at her trust, but it was tinged with guilt over what I was about to do. As Clara retired for the night, leaving me alone with her laptop, I couldn't shake the conflicting emotions swirling within me. I powered up the laptop, fingers trembling slightly as I typed in the password she had so willingly shared.
Please, let there be nothing incriminating, I silently pleaded, both hoping and fearing that the answers to my unsettling dreams would remain elusive.
The laptop screen blinked awake, illuminating Clara's joyful birthday photo that I had captured. Relief briefly washed over me, seeing the familiar image, but my unease remained. Despite Clara's warmth and trust, my mind couldn't remain at peace.
And fate seemed determined to test my resolve. Among the neatly organized folders, one stood out like a jagged edge in the smooth fabric of normalcy—its label stark against the screen: "KaltainNo.32". My breath caught in my throat, a cold shiver running down my spine. Doubt gnawed at my resolve as my hand hovered over the mouse, debating whether to click and confront whatever revelation lay within.
With trembling hands, I clicked on the file. The document unfolded before me, revealing detailed notes—verbatim accounts of my sessions with Dr. Stevenson? Every session, every detail I had shared in confidence was meticulously transcribed. The feeling of betrayal surged within me, conflicting with the deep trust I held for Clara. Why would she do this?
As I read on, I found about Dair and me. But all the things written seemed non- understandable, they all were quite out of logic. I continued to read on as I found something about powers ,bounding and connection things and some words which sounded like they are meaning of our names, they were written in big bold letters above all our informations.
KALTAIN CALLISTO - DEVOURER OF WORLDS
DAVIAN AUGUSTINE - BELOVED OF GOD
A knock on the door startled me, jolting me back to the present. Clara's voice called out gently, "Amber, everything okay in there?"
I quickly closed the file, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. How could I confront Clara about this violation of trust, this breach of confidentiality? Yet, a part of me yearned for answers, for clarity in the whirlwind of confusion that enveloped me.
Taking a deep breath, I composed myself before opening the door. Clara stood there, concern etched on her face, unaware of the storm raging inside me.
"I... I found what I needed," I managed to say, my voice steadier than I felt.
She smiled softly. "Good. Remember, don't let work consume you. You need to take care of yourself."
Her words echoed hollowly in my mind. How could I take care of myself when the foundations of trust had been shaken so profoundly? I nodded, forcing a smile as Clara retreated down the hall.
Alone once more, I sank back into the chair, staring at the closed laptop screen. Dr. Stevenson's notes burned in my mind, raising more questions than answers. Why had Clara been gathering information about my sessions? How did she knew about me and Dair? What's more is she hiding from me? and most important, Why did she needed to hide all these things from me?
The weight of uncertainty pressed down on me, suffocating in its intensity. My relationship with Clara, once a bastion of trust and friendship, now felt fragile, tainted by secrets and betrayal. And as I sat there, grappling with the turmoil within, I knew that the path ahead was fraught with difficult choices.
Did I confront Clara, demand explanations for her actions? Or did I bury this truth, preserving the fragile peace between us? Either way, the truth about Dair and the inexplicable connection I felt with him loomed large, teasing answers just out of reach.
As night descended outside, casting shadows across the room, I found myself caught in the twilight between dreams and reality, unsure where one ended and the other began. And as I closed my eyes, hoping for clarity in the darkness, I knew that the next steps I took would define not just my understanding of Dair and Clara but perhaps the very fabric of my own existence.
Exhaustion finally overtook me, pulling me into a restless slumber.
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FantasyAmber is a seemingly ordinary 24-year-old woman whose life takes a mysterious turn when she relocates to a new city. As she settles into her new surroundings, she finds herself plagued by strange and unsettling nightmares. Little does she know, thes...
