Clara.

What the hell is going on?

One time I'm fine, another I get these flashes and then I black out.

Who was that guy?

I shook my head.

Maybe this was all some strange dream.

Sure Clara, but this happened more than once.

I groaned, clutching my head.

Today both Aiden and I were discharged, funny how I became the patient.

So here I was, in the backseat of a car, next to Aiden Martin.

Awkward.

Because when I opened my eyes, he was holding my hands and looking awfully sad.

I won't lie, I'm flattered, but at the same time I'm freaking out.

I barely know the man.

I look at him while he stares out the window.

Gosh, he's cute.

As he looks out, the sunlight gets into his eyes, giving his eyes this dazzling sort of green.

His hair looks more golden brown too.

As if he sensed someone watching him, he turned and looked me in the eyes.

The intensity in them was way too much so I looked away.

"Clarisse, we've been staring at each other since we got out of the hospital. Aren't we gonna talk?" he asked.

I cleared my throat.

"I thought you won't want to talk, considering the fact that I saw you holding my hand." I muttered.

However he heard it, I know he did, because he was blushing.

"W-what are you talking about? You saw nothing." he said, playing with his thumbs.

I laugh loudly.

"Come on, it's okay to admit that you're a fan of me." I joked.

"I'm more than a fan." he whispered.

Now I was blushing.

Thank God for melanin.

I cleared my throat and he laughed.

"Come on, it's okay to admit that you're a fan of me." he joked.

I laughed.

"Okay, you got me, I am."

He stopped laughing and then he became serious.

"So, therapist, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, the love of my life."

"So you left the bar?"

How does he...?

He must've been thinking along my train of thought because he grinned.

"A friend of mine told me about you." he said.

I smile.

"Yeah, I left the bar. Sure I love singing, but everyday was always some new drama."

He folded his arms.

"Do tell."

"If I didn't have to deal with perverts, it was rude women or racists or homophobes and- wait, why am I telling you this?"

He laughed.

"Because you trust me?"

"I barely know you."

He whispers something I don't quite catch.

Okay then...

As if sensing my confusion, he turns to look at me and smiles.

"I'm fine, honestly. I don't need therapy." he said.

That's what all of my patients say.

"Then tell me why are you overworking yourself?"

He stayed silent.

Then.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Okay, something is definitely wrong with the man.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been called,

"No pressure, in due time you'll tell me everything."
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At last, we got to the mansion.

I got out of the car first, with Aiden following me afterwards.

At that exact time, my phone vibrated.

I opened it to see a text from James.

I smiled.

James: Morning love.

I texted back.

Me: Morning handsome ;)

James: So how's work?

Me: It's going okay.

I was just about to press send when my phone was snatched.

"Hey!" I yelled when I realized it was Aiden.

He said nothing, just glanced at the screen and placed the phone in his pocket.

"No phones when you're working. If I am to be your patient  I expect you to work 9 to 5 as usual." he said.

I crossed my arms and was just about to respond to him when I realized that if I want him to be better, I should just do things his way.

"Fine."

He smiled.

"Good, now let's go inside."

With that, he walked away without another word.

I groaned.

I bet he'll be the most difficult patient I've ever had to deal with.
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Aiden.

Gosh, it stings.

She found someone else.

I sigh sadly.

Silly me, of course, she'd find someone else.

She's beautiful and smart and funny.

She's everything a man would want in a woman.

If only things were different.

I walk towards my office.

"So, this is where you want me to start my work?" asked Clara.

"Yes." I said.

She shrugged.

"Whatever makes you happy."

"You would, but you don't even remember me." I mutter.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, let's just get this over with."

She frowns and takes a seat.

I sit near her.

"So tell me about yourself." she says.

I frown.

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

Yeah Aiden, why not?

Because if I do, she could end up in a coma.

So lie then.

I shake my head.

The last time I lied, I lost her.

She lost her memories of me.

What kind of dilemma is this?

If I lie, it will kill my conscience for eternity.

If I tell the truth, I could lose her forever.

And that'll kill me.

I get up and walk away, ignoring her calls for me.
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"Aiden you know we can't do that." said Paul.

I was on the phone with Paul and honestly, I was getting nowhere.

"I don't give a third of a damn Paul! You hired her, fire her!"

"But she'll hate you!"

"It's better that way, my love will kill her."

There was a deep sigh on the other end.

"Aiden-"

"No Paul, I can't lose her again, besides, she's moved on."

I hung up and turned around to face Clarisse.
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Sorry bout that, I had rehearsals.

So... dun dun dun.

Let me know what ya think.

Ta ta!

-Safiello