- Mar 13, 2015
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It's been one week. And just as planned, Adelene was back in the hospital, in Dr. Hart's office, a paper bag of small cinnamon rolls and cheese bread in her hand as she went inside. It was still early in the morning, after all; she wanted to bring some food for the doctor, if ever he hasn't eaten yet.
She looked much better physically. She didn't look dull or dead anymore, since her worries for Lochlann has already faded with the assurance that he was going to stop taking sleeping meds. They've also made up, so that's good.
But she was more or less still troubled about many things. While she didn't worry about Lochlann anymore, she's started to feel confused with him. They've kissed. And Adelene felt both blissful and guilty, because she liked Leon, too, in the same way, and she was being torn by them. Aside from that, memories did start flashing before her in dreams, but they were still so blurred that she couldn't recognize anything. They confused her, instead of giving her clarity. And for some reason, she's been dreaming about Seth a lot. She didn't need that kind of dream, yet her dreams about Seth were the most vivid ones.
The meds were working, but not the way she needed, nor was it enough.
"Good morning, Doctor," she greeted. Her smile was like a small fluffy cloud in the clear morning sky, gentle and easy and small. She closed the door behind her. "I'm curious, do you eat cinnamon rolls?"
@"ReD"
She looked much better physically. She didn't look dull or dead anymore, since her worries for Lochlann has already faded with the assurance that he was going to stop taking sleeping meds. They've also made up, so that's good.
But she was more or less still troubled about many things. While she didn't worry about Lochlann anymore, she's started to feel confused with him. They've kissed. And Adelene felt both blissful and guilty, because she liked Leon, too, in the same way, and she was being torn by them. Aside from that, memories did start flashing before her in dreams, but they were still so blurred that she couldn't recognize anything. They confused her, instead of giving her clarity. And for some reason, she's been dreaming about Seth a lot. She didn't need that kind of dream, yet her dreams about Seth were the most vivid ones.
The meds were working, but not the way she needed, nor was it enough.
"Good morning, Doctor," she greeted. Her smile was like a small fluffy cloud in the clear morning sky, gentle and easy and small. She closed the door behind her. "I'm curious, do you eat cinnamon rolls?"
@"ReD"