Psychotic Disaster

Chapter 20

I decided to venture out after working on hours of therapy sessions.

"So far you don't have any appointed patients for the rest of the day Doc," Fhielle informed me.

"Alright, I'll go to the library just to change scenery." 

"Sure, I'll just call you if something's urgent." She said while browsing through her laptop, I just nodded.

I grabbed my things and headed to the exit.

Well, the library was only a few blocks away, so I don't have to use my car. 

Since I don't have clients for the rest of the day, I'll just spend my day seeking new insights for my book, and I'm tired staring at my laptop doing research so, I the library would be the perfect place for me not just to do my work but also to unwind. 

As soon as I arrived at the library, I was greeted with an old ancient style walls and a grand entrance that always make me feel like I was stepping into another world. 

The smell of aged paper and polished wood hit me as soon as I walked in, and I couldn't help but to flash a smile, it's been a while since I came here.

I made my way to the psychology section, as my fingers trailing along the spines of the books, scanning the titles. I pulled out a few that caught my eye and stacked them in my arms. 

I looked around the library and settled myself in an empty table away from the few other patrons.

I started flipping through the pages and my mind began to wander. 

Writing my book had become an all-consuming task, I am somehow enjoying the challenge, but it often left me feeling drained. I'm hoping that these new books would give me fresh perspective that I needed.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the man who had sat down at the table across from mine. I wasn't able to realize it not until I reached for another book that our hands brushed.

I looked up in surprise.

"Sorry," I mumbled, pulling my hand back.

"No problem," the man replied with a smile. 

I smiled awkwardly.

He was tall, probably around six feet, with dark wavy hair that looked like it hadn't seen a comb in a while. Behind his clear eyeglasses was his eyes, a striking shade of blue like the ocean on a stormy day, just like mine. He has pointy nose and lips that were pinkish. 

He's wearing a white button-down collar inserted in his brown trousers and has Rolex watch on his wrist.

"Why are you staring at me?" My thoughts were brushed off, I didn't realize that I was staring at him for a while. 

"Uh, oh- nothing!" I moved my sight back to the book that I'm reading, I could hear him laugh a bit.

"I couldn't help but notice you're reading about psychology. Are you a student or a professional in the field?" He asked.

"I'm a psychologist, actually. I'm doing some research for a book I'm writing." I smiled and showed him my hardbound notebook where I wrote my draft.

"That's kind of fascinating," he replied, I noticed his eyes lighten up with interest. "May I ask what the book is about?"

"It's called 'Games You Know Nothing About.' It's an exploration of the subtle ways people manipulate and control each other, often without even realizing it." I said in an awkward tone of my voice, my heartbeat is racing delicately knowing that he's staring back at me.