Yours, Always....

Chapter 3:-Growing Closer

Days passed, and Emily found herself looking forward to her sessions with Daniel more than she expected. He was different from her other patients—more vulnerable, perhaps, or maybe just more lost. Either way, there was something about him that made her want to help him, not just professionally, but personally. She couldn't stop herself from caring.On this particular day, Daniel was sitting in the small therapy room, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that Margaret had brought in for him. He looked more relaxed than the first time they'd met, but there was still a quiet sadness in his eyes, the weight of a man without his memories."How are you today?" Emily asked, her voice soft as she sat down across from him.Daniel shrugged lightly. "I don't know. Some days are better than others, I guess. Today's... okay.""That's something," Emily said, offering him a small smile. "Okay is better than bad, right?"Daniel chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I suppose."They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, the warmth of the tea steaming gently between them. Emily was always careful not to push too hard, but today, she felt like they could go a little deeper."Have you remembered anything at all? Even small things?" she asked gently, watching his face for any sign of hesitation.Daniel frowned slightly, his eyes focused on the floor as he thought about it. "Not really. I've had dreams, but they don't feel like memories. Just flashes of... I don't know, places? Faces? But when I wake up, it's like they're gone.""Dreams can be powerful," Emily said, leaning forward a little. "Sometimes they can be clues. Do you remember anything specific about the dreams?"He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "There's this one where I'm in a park. It's really quiet, and there's a bench. I keep sitting on it, like I'm waiting for someone, but no one ever comes."Emily nodded, listening closely. "Do you recognize the park?"Daniel shook his head. "No. It's just... empty. There's this weird feeling, like I'm supposed to be meeting someone, but I don't know who they are. And every time I wake up, I feel... I don't know, disappointed?"Emily felt her chest tighten a little. "That sounds frustrating. Do you feel like it might be connected to your past?""Maybe," Daniel muttered, his voice low. "But I can't figure it out."She could see how much this weighed on him, how the emptiness inside him was taking its toll. Part of her wished she could snap her fingers and make it all better, but life didn't work that way. All she could do was be there, help him piece things together, step by step."Would you like to take a break from talking about memories today?" she asked after a moment. "Maybe we could talk about something lighter."Daniel glanced up at her, a small smile on his lips. "Like what?"Emily smiled back. "I don't know. Anything. What do you enjoy doing these days? Anything you've discovered you like?"Daniel's smile widened just a bit. "Well, I've figured out that I do like tea, so that's something."Emily laughed softly. "That's a good start. Tea is practically a way of life here."He nodded, and for the first time, the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease a little. "I've also been walking around the city more. Trying to find places that feel... familiar.""Any luck?""Not really," he admitted, though there wasn't as much frustration in his voice. "But it's nice to get out. The city's got this energy, you know? It's... distracting, in a good way.""I know what you mean," Emily said, her smile lingering. "Sometimes, I like to take long walks after work. It helps clear my head.""I should try that," Daniel replied thoughtfully. "Maybe walking a bit more will jog something loose."As their session drew to a close, Emily felt a strange sense of connection growing between them. It wasn't just professional anymore—there was a genuine warmth between them, like they were becoming more than just therapist and patient. Maybe it was the way Daniel smiled at her now, or the way he trusted her with his fears and frustrations. But deep down, Emily knew there was more to it. She found herself thinking about him long after their sessions ended, wondering what he was doing, hoping he was okay. It was unusual for her to get this attached, and she wasn't sure what to make of it.After Daniel left for the day, she stayed in her office, staring out the window at the busy streets of London. There was something between them, something unspoken, and she wasn't sure what to do about it.