Alchemy of Madness

Chapter Ten (Anna)~1

A week has passed awfully slow. I woke up each morning with one purpose, the week stretched before me like an open road. I kept put in the house, seeking silence to focus on my writing. It worked the first two days, but no matter how hard I tried to concentrate, my thoughts kept drifting back to Alberto. Not only my thoughts that kept betraying me, it was also my heart. The guilt of turning my memories with Damian into a book was aching my heart.

I found myself lost in emotions; I don't want to write this book and I need to write it. I want to be with Alberto but don't want to lose focus on my career. I'm just lost. I miss him. At each night, dreams became a stage for a different story. One where I see through the eyes of another girl. The dreams felt so vivid, so real, that each time I awoke, I was left breathless, my heart aching with a longing I couldn't quite place.

I saw glimpse of her love, her fiancé, whose face never clearly shown to me. I sensed their laughter, their love and their touches. The love between them was palpable, a force of nature that swept me into madness.

And as I watched these dreams unfold, a strange sense of Deja vu washed over me. It was as if I was living out someone else's memories, feeling her joy as if it was my own. So intense, that it left me reeling with a mix of yearning and confusion.

For some reason my heart believes that it was Alberto in the dreams, I don't know why but with each touch I felt in those dreams, I felt it in my heart that it belongs to him. He is the only thought printing in my mind and heart. Last night was the most odd one. I wake up feeling my whole body sore.

It wasn't a dream any longer. I was there...

He checked his watch once more. She is running late. His body became tense. He sipped his second cup of coffee. From behind the counter, the waiter noticed him and nudged the barista to look. She smiled and told the waiter to get him something to eat.

The waiter placed the plate on his table, he looked surprised and attempted to refuse, but the waiter simply chuckled and told him to relax. He told the waiter that he was confessing to his best friend and was simply too nervous.

The waiter then took the empty cup and winked, "If she is the same girl, you meet everyday, I'm sure she feels the same." He left him speechless. They have met regularly and sat at the same table for years.

It became a running bid among the café employees that they would get together at some point. It was a beautiful morning, spring in its full glory. Flowers are blooming everywhere, the weather sunny and breezy. His gaze was fixed on his watch and the glass window to his right.