From the journal of Patient Sixteen written under the initials of CTL, TLN, and JTT dated in 11 and 17 of July 2001; voice recorded by Dr. Quirrero
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warning: vivid portrayal of flashback episode from a repressed memory, dissociation
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"IREALLY want a son... or you wanted a daughter? Maybe we will have a twin! What do you think, love?"
Juliet blinks her eyes, tearing her gaze away from the glass wall and divert it to the man in front of her. The unfamiliar, variety of voices around her sounds clearer and more firm, pulling her to her senses that she is spacing out in public. That her mind is recounting again the events she encountered with a certain British woman several days ago.
The dreamy smile from Damon's lips vanishes as he averted his eyes back on her from the table two tables away from them where the grinning parents are enjoying their meal with their son. His forehead wrinkled in concern. From her point of view, his left eye is twinkling in a soft hue of blue due to the reflection of the sun in the glass wall kissing half of his face. He was wearing a white polo shirt with a brand of Lacoste sewn in small details on his left chest.
"Are you listening, Jul?"
The guilt crippled her. She is with her boyfriend who was talking about his plans for their future, yet her mind was miles away from the thought of having a family with him but it thought of someone else instead that made her stomach churned. She is always thinking with her boyfriend's cousin no matter what diversion she tries to do. She doesn't know how she can still be able to put a warm gaze at him when all of her is clearly betraying him.
She tries to smile but it turns out strained and feeble. She bit her lower lip, her eyes casting down.
"I'm sorry, Dame."
"You always do that. Nothing new."
She briefly closed her eyes, clenching both of her hands that are on the table. The moment she opened her eyes, she felt a warm hand holding her clenched fist, rubbing it gently with a thumb. Her gaze landed on her hand before diverting it to Damon.
The engineer heaved a hefty sigh. His lips stretched into a soft smile, his blue eyes glisten with understanding.
"You can tell me anything, Jul. You can trust me."
The sincerity in every words Damon had said almost feels like strange for Juliet. She cannot remember when was the last time Damon made her feel like she is safe with him.
