"No, it's her. It is her we need; no other", his reflection whispered with a sly smile.
He didn't object; he also enjoyed talking with her, even though they had still to see any results. She was a good psychiatrist, maybe even better than she gave herself credit for. She was also easy to talk to and fairly open minded; there were only few others he could so openly speak about his condition with. He would stick with her, he had decided it long ago. The fact that his reflection felt, for once, the same way, was a nice little bonus.
"It was a good talk, Myrina, but I think it's high time I went. Our time should be long over by now."
Looking at her watch, she realized he was correct. Their sessions would always extent way past their appointed time but she never noticed it. Time flew by while in his company, as his descriptions of the world unraveled. Were she a successful, busy, big time psychiatrist that would have been a problem, but being on the job for less than half a year, she merely had seven regular and five occasional patients, so going overtime was never a problem. This allowed her to reserve the entirety of an afternoon for his sessions; every Wednesday from five to nine was marked only with his name on her agenda, although their sessions were only meant to last one hour and a half.
"It was time gladly passed, but I'm not sure if it was time well spend."
"Time happily passed is always time well spend."
"Not when you pay for it."
"Especially when you pay for it", his reflection whispered once again.
"In contrary, I find that to be one of the truest purposes of money; to have a nice time."
"You are right, but surely there are more efficient ways to have a nice time with the same amount of money."
"Yes, yes there are."
"Are there?"
Accompanied by a smile and a shallow bow, that was his closing statement before grabbing his black trilby hat and closing the door behind him. He never failed to make her feel charmed every time they met; she would always sit in her chair for a while after, leisurely spinning around, smiling to herself, starstruck, before closing her office and heading back home. Once again, as soon as he left, she did just that, as darkness coiled around him, bidding him a warm welcome to the night.
He didn't object; he also enjoyed talking with her, even though they had still to see any results. She was a good psychiatrist, maybe even better than she gave herself credit for. She was also easy to talk to and fairly open minded; there were only few others he could so openly speak about his condition with. He would stick with her, he had decided it long ago. The fact that his reflection felt, for once, the same way, was a nice little bonus.
"It was a good talk, Myrina, but I think it's high time I went. Our time should be long over by now."
Looking at her watch, she realized he was correct. Their sessions would always extent way past their appointed time but she never noticed it. Time flew by while in his company, as his descriptions of the world unraveled. Were she a successful, busy, big time psychiatrist that would have been a problem, but being on the job for less than half a year, she merely had seven regular and five occasional patients, so going overtime was never a problem. This allowed her to reserve the entirety of an afternoon for his sessions; every Wednesday from five to nine was marked only with his name on her agenda, although their sessions were only meant to last one hour and a half.
"It was time gladly passed, but I'm not sure if it was time well spend."
"Time happily passed is always time well spend."
"Not when you pay for it."
"Especially when you pay for it", his reflection whispered once again.
"In contrary, I find that to be one of the truest purposes of money; to have a nice time."
"You are right, but surely there are more efficient ways to have a nice time with the same amount of money."
"Yes, yes there are."
"Are there?"
Accompanied by a smile and a shallow bow, that was his closing statement before grabbing his black trilby hat and closing the door behind him. He never failed to make her feel charmed every time they met; she would always sit in her chair for a while after, leisurely spinning around, smiling to herself, starstruck, before closing her office and heading back home. Once again, as soon as he left, she did just that, as darkness coiled around him, bidding him a warm welcome to the night.
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