“How has your week been?” Dr.Brunet asked as she flipped open Elizabeth’s patient files.
The previous day had been spent showing Leon Pentagast around town, starting with the most popular of the local cafes. They had then followed up with Elizabeth and Holly’s places of work: the local bookstore, Max Fireweed, and Tim Hortons respectively. Despite working at a coffee shop herself, Holly preferred to spend all her free time instead at its more successful rival’s franchise, Starbucks, which stood quite literally just across the street from each other.
Leon had proved to be just as polite as he was attractive, and Elizabeth couldn’t help but take a liking to him. She simply couldn’t shake the feeling that they somehow had already known each other before, and it kept her off-put whenever she was around him, both in class and out. She could barely focus on her studies as the sentiment was frustrating her so much.
“Fine. We have a new transfer student that Holly and I have been showing around town,” Elizabeth explained.
“Interesting. You haven’t mentioned making a new friend in quite a while,” Dr.Brunet remarked while flipping back through her past notes.
“I suppose I haven’t made any lately,” Elizabeth mused, in part to herself.
“How does this make you feel?” Dr.Brunet asked one of the most irritating questions, in Elizabeth’s opinion. The stereotypic ‘how doe that make you feel’ question was overused in every joke about her mental state that Elizabeth had encountered amongst the other students at her school. They were quite weak and lame jokes, but had still eventually hit their mark on her emotional stability — however, she failed to ever mention that to her doctor once she reached high school, not wanting to appear as though she were as weak as everyone around her claimed.
“I suppose it’s exciting,” Elizabeth considered, “Holly is a bit obsessed, because she finds Leon to be so attractive.”
“Leon is it? What’s the last name?”
“Pentagast.” Dr.Brunet jotted the name down on the side of her notes.
“And what are your sentiments about him?”
“Can you elaborate?” Elizabeth asked, a bit puzzled. She didn’t like this line of questioning when she already felt herself very torn about her sentiments. Dr.Brunet looked up over her glasses at her patient.
“Do you share Holly’s feelings? Are you excited about making a new friend? Does it make you anxious?” Dr.Brunet elaborated and Elizabeth nodded, thinking over her response in as few words as possible.
“I don’t share her feeling. I suppose it is exciting. But I do feel anxious.” Elizabeth responded directly only to the questions posed, and resisted elaborating further unless prompted.
“Why do you think you feel anxious?” Dr. Brunet asked.
“I think I struggle with social interactions still. My mother has never been very good with them, so I didn’t have much of a role model when it comes to building relations,” Elizabeth admitted. She adored her mother more than anyone else in the entire world, however this didn’t make her blind to her parental faults. She had only a single mother while growing up, and had watched the woman go through short-lived, failed relationships one after another, while rarely making new, lasting friendships. Most commonly, Elizabeth only ever really saw her relatives come to visit them. Dr.Brunet nodded knowingly; Dr.Brunet had met Elizabeth’s mother on multiple occasions during her childhood, back when the dreams still tormented her. In more recent years, Elizabeth had been able to take herself to appointments, which allowed her single parent more time to work and bring in more income for the two of them. Elizabeth herself worked on weekends, bringing in her own personal spending money. Luckily, the government funded all of her therapy sessions, but it was still nice to have more spending money between the two of them.
“How has your mother been?” Dr. Brunet asked, more out of politeness than actual concern.
“Same as usual. Another failed relationship, just another day in the story of our lives.” Elizabeth sighed as Dr.Brunet scribbled down another note on the side of her paper in bold inky letters.
“Back to this new friend.” Dr.Brunet shifted the topic. “Is there any other reason he may make you feel anxious?” she asked and Elizabeth audibly sighed before she could stop herself. “Why the sigh?” Dr.Brunet asked, looking back up at her again over the wiry glasses.
“It’s a weird feeling I keep having,” Elizabeth admitted, resigning herself to sharing her feelings when she really didn’t want to. “I keep feeling this sense of deja-vu whenever I look into his eyes — these impossibly gorgeous blue eyes,” Elizabeth admitted and blushed, realizing she must sound like a lovesick school girl — maybe she was. Dr.Brunet then gave Elizabeth a funny look, one Elizabeth couldn’t place.
“Impossibly blue eyes?” Dr.Brunet echoed.
“Yes… they’re, like, electric blue,” Elizabeth explained. “It just doesn’t look like a normal color.” Dr.Brunet was now flipping far back through her notes.
“Your word choice is intriguing,” Dr.Brunet explained without looking up.
“Why?” Elizabeth was truly perplexed.
“Do you remember your dreams from childhood? The ones which brought you to see me.”
“Sort of,” Elizabeth replied with a frown. She tried very hard not to remember the reasons people thought she had been, and was still, crazy.
“You used to talk very in-depth about a boy in your dreams, one with ‘impossibly blue eyes’, as your words were,” Dr.Brunet explained. Elizabeth felt as though her entire world stopped and collided in on itself, and her face blanched. The memories came rushing back to her all in a jumble. The boy with impossibly blue eyes, the one in her dreams who had fought monsters and seen fantastical wonders by her side every night as a child. The one whom she had been convinced was a real person, and not just a figment of her subconscious. Most vividly, she remembered those beautifully entrancing blue eyes, and the face they belonged to:935Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2zQq1j9Pmd
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