'I heard screams.
They shattered my eardrums, I just didn't know that they would shatter my heart too.
I span around, trying to follow the sound.
I didn't know what lay ahead, into that corridor. But the screams already sounded like the wailing of...
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Everything stilled. Everything was quiet. Even our inhaling and exhaling made no noise. I stared at Jace. He stared back.
Jameson broke the silence.
"Do you guys know each other?" He asked. Do I know the person I told all my problems to? Well, I'd hope so.
"Know is an understatement." I said, not breaking eye contact with the therapist who had successfully managed to sneak back into my life right under all of our noses. My eyes raked over his form. His brown, almost black, hair combed over to the side—smart, yet messy—his skin had a olive tinge, but not at all dark, to it that was so foreign to me. Literally and figuratively. His piercing, bright blue eyes were the stark contrast to his whole appearance. I took longer to marvel in those. He wore a shirt, tucked into his apparent version of smart bottom attire—black jeans. Obviously.
The whole time, Jace's eyes were also taking in my appearance. I took my eyes away, nervous about him seeing me seeing him.
So I turned to look at Jameson. He was standing, angled towards Jace as if he was a threat, his eyes flitting between the two of us, trying to figure out what was going on.
I gestured to Jace with a sigh, "he was my therapist back home too." Jameson just about balanced himself. His lips became agape. He clamped his mouth shut.
"That's.." But he didn't finish his sentence.
"Same." I muttered under my breath.
"Well, at least you know each other already." Jameson put in. I smiled but hid it as I ducked my head.
"The hour starts now," Jameson announced, "I'll be outside." He told me, giving me a nod, and a once over, then he turned. With his hand on the door handle, he looked between me and my therapist. And he came to a conclusion—one that I wasn't aware of. Then he left.
