Emily Greene lost all her hope on love after witnessing her first love die in an accident. She is extremely insecure about relationships and tremendously resolved to stay single for the rest of her life.
Nick Tyler, a college basketball player was p...
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Emily's PoV
Pondering over for about ten minutes, I raised my fist to knock. Without further ado, I was capitulated to my inhibitions. Attaining the pinnacle of frustration about the dream last night, I kicked the ground strenuously, digging my toes into the rigid floor. By accident, a flying kick crashed itself against the locked door.
Next moment the door opened, and Dr Roberts stood on the other side with a skeptical look on his face, "That's a nice way to knock." He started with his downright sarcasm soon as we met.
"I'm in no mood for jokes Chris." Barging into Chris's place I headed towards his private study and stretched out on his barcalounger. It was the place where he treated his VIP patients who needed privacy.
Moreover Chris's private study was soundproof which was a dire necessity at the moment. Nick was taking rest in the room upstairs. If by chance Nick happened to wake up in the middle, I didn't want him to know what Chris and I would be talking about.
I leaned back on the recliner, relaxing all the muscles in my body and closing my eyes. The nightmare flashed through my mind in its grotesque form spontaneously on shutting my vision. I sat up straight on the chair with a jerk. All parts of my body underwent goosebumps at the thought of it.
"It must be a code red, I suppose." Chris guessed, holding before me a tray with a cup of coffee. The strong aroma of coffee beans made me slip out of the horrorscape for a while.
"Ah...the saviour ambrosia!" I accepted the coffee gratefully and took a sip. The warm energising liquid traveled down my throat blissfully.
"Oh Captain! The sea looks quite tempestuous! What shall we do?" Chris was metaphorically speaking about my mental health.
I took another relieving sip of coffee,"I didn't know you were into literature."
"Mmm..." Chris scratched his chin like he always did while thinking, "You know literature and psychology have a strong correlation because both of them deal with the thoughts and perceptions of human mind."
I nodded in agreement, "I accept because my life is one big blockbuster horror movie." I bit into my lower lip, "Chris what am I about to say would be totally crazy and senseless. But you've gotta believe me because it's the truth."
Chris scrunched his eyebrows and bobbed his head mildly, "Funnily coincidental Emily, if the crazy talks don't reach my ear, I would be out of business. Totally coincidental though. Carry on."
I swallowed the tightening lump that got lodged in my throat, "I have these... dreams" I exhaled before I could utter a single word. It was the first time I was sharing about the rub that had been lurking at the back of my mind, so I wasn't confident if it would sound sane to another human mind.
"Good ones or bad ones?" Chris proceeded with the session.
"Bad ones mostly. The problem is, they end up happening in reality." I blurted out the words without a second thought. If I had kept cudgelling my brain with the rationality of the fix, I wouldn't have said it out loud in an eternity.
