Second Session 2

You fix your glasses and I notice you fix it too often. I let it slide since you look so cool while doing it. I won’t say it out loud, but if it’s just look, you are pretty good looking yourself. I might even fall for your look. That dark brown eyes are so sharp it could slice me to pieces. And the short brunette hair you style not too tidy. I swear the messiness is just perfect to define sexy.

Yes. If it takes looks only, I will fall for you as well. And it will help a lot of people. To bad I’m not that kind of person.

“Because of that incident, we concluded that we can only see what the other was wearing. He couldn’t see my phone. Please don’t ask me why. I’m no scientist and I doubt anyone would be able to explain.”

“Let me confirm. You can only see each other. You can only hear each other. And you can only touch each other. You can’t even see his world?” you read what you’d written to avoid mistake.

“No. I can’t see it directly. But I’m glad,” I whisper the last part. I don't want to remember something unpleasant.

But that’s just my wish, of course you can hear me perfectly fine. “And why is it?” I look up at you thinking you didn’t hear me. “That you’re glad,” you give me the ultimate clue.

“Nothing much. I’m just glad I didn’t have to see him with his fiancee together.”

“I see, his fiancee,” you write down about this on your little note before you realise what we’re saying. “Wait! He’s engaged?”

I knew this would happen. I never told anyone before, that he had a fiancee. That’s something I wish to forget. So of course there’s no record in my file about it.

“It’s nothing surprising. Everyone is engaged there. The government, or whatever they are called there, makes sure every offspring inherits the best quality. And Tatum’s family is some kind of noble.”

You write something again. Today you write a lot because perhaps I give you a lot of information. It’s not my plan but talking about Tatum freely, without being judged, and more importantly being listened, makes it impossible for me to stop.

— — —

It was raining a lot. Thankfully, I arrived at the old house before it began to rain. Tatum was in his family room. It’s in the centre of my secret place.

I waved my hand so he could notice my existence. He glanced at me just for a second and back to his position. I almost shouted because of his ignorance but I heard him talking. Not to me.

“Mist, there’s something I need to do today. I’ll call you tonight,” he said into thin air.

I walked closer as carefully as I could. I didn’t want to interrupt whatever he’s doing.

“I promise. Now you should go home,” he said again after a moment of silence.

There’s nobody else. I just thought he had a guest so I stood up there like a fool. It’s not like I loved eavesdropping. I couldn’t understand what they’re talking about with just Tatum talking. And with the last sentence Tatum said, I was hoping the guest would complied and went home. Whoever the guest is.

The next thing he did surprised me. He raised his hands and stopped in mid air, right in front of his chin. By then, I still had a few possibilities of what he wanted to do even though I couldn’t really see what’s going on.

Then he brought his head down. And by the look of it, I could tell he kissed that guest’s cheek. Instinctively I looked away. Blushing. Never saw it in him before but he’s definitely a man. I should’ve known by the way he spoke to me. He’s just too smooth and sly.

But it could be his mother, couldn’t it? I didn’t understand why I hated thinking of Tatum with another girl.

He put down his hand and walked towards me. Our eyes met but he acted like nothing just happened. He passed me and went to the front door. Which I guessed with his guest. And I just stood still like a foolish statue.

“You’re early,” he said and pulled me back to our time.

I ran today because of the dark sky. I knew it’s going to rain so I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t want to arrive soaking wet. He wouldn’t have anything to help me.

“Y-yes,” I startled and felt like slapping my own face. He didn’t react differently though.

After I gathered my thought, I just realised something that made me mad. “Is she here everyday?” I could notice my irritated sound but I didn’t care. Not today.

“She? Did you see her?” he sounded excited.

“No,” I answered immediately. Still waiting for the big answer.

“But how do you know it’s a she?”

I swore to God if Tatum didn’t answer me soon, I would explode right there. It’s not that I was jealous or anything like that. I didn’t like him. Yes. Not at all. But I felt like I was one of his mistress and that hurt my pride.

“I don’t think you are the type to kiss a guy. Or do you swing that way?” I managed to sound as sarcastic as possible. I learnt from the best.

“Swing that way?” he raised one of his eyebrow. If I wasn’t so mad, I would be glad for noticing another expression of him.

“Just answer my question damn it!”

“Your question?” I rolled my eyes that glared at him. “Ah, that. No. Just today. There’s something we, I mean, she and I needed to talk about.”

“Well, sorry for interrupting,” still maintaining my sarcasm. I liked practicing this tone of mine.

“Nah, it’s already taken care of. I told you I will be graduating, right? She wanted to talk about our wedding.”

“Wedding? Whose?”

“Mist and I.”

I continued to glare at him but no words could form in my mind. I couldn’t believe that. And now I felt worse. Maybe I felt like I was hurting her. She would feel betrayed once she found out her fiancee was spending his time with another girl. I knew I didn’t like that at all.

“Tina? Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not!” I shouted my heart out. “How could you? I mean… Argh, I feel sick.”

He came closer to me but stopped by my glare. “What’s wrong?” he hesitated.

“You. Us. You’re getting married. And here we are. Spending time together. What if she found out? She’ll be upset.”

He scratched his head and sighed. “There’s nothing to be worried. She won’t found out. And even if she did, there’s nothing between us. Why do you feel bad? I don’t feel anything for you. I’m not interested in you. I’m just interested in your world.”

His answer stung like hell. But I didn’t mind it too much. I didn’t care. I wasn’t supposed to care.

“If you say so.”

I tried to keep my expression in check. I didn’t want my expression to change because I didn’t even know what kind of change would occur. I just knew I wouldn’t like it if he saw it.

— — —

“What did you feel about him having a fiancee?” you put on your doctor mask. Well, this time I can see you’re serious about your job. You are a doctor after all.

You stare at me waiting for me to answer. Or observing my reaction since I’m not talking. All of your attention are on me and I wonder how many women want what I have right now. Too bad your stare only gives me an uncomfortable feeling this time.

“Nothing. I mean, I didn’t even see her. And it’s their business, not mine,” I said as indifference as I can.

You smirk at my failure to hide the raging heart I feel whenever I remember Tatum and the girl who never saw me. “Well, it doesn’t seem that way.”

“It did, okay. At that time I didn’t even love him. Not yet,” my voice gets softer at the end of my sentence. For just one second I thought it’d be all better if I never fall for him. But the next second I cursed myself for thinking that way. And in the third one, I knew for sure I’d regret it for the rest of my life if I took another path.

“So, you didn’t see her. But you saw his mother, didn’t you?” you flip through your note searching for a confirmation of the information in your head. You stop once you found what you’re looking for. I did mention seeing his mother before. Her hologram.

“Well, I didn’t, I mean, I never see anyone in person like I see him. I just saw everyone else through a hologram when they call Tatum.”

You are back on the latest page of your notebook and write the new information. So, with my kindness, I give you more information. It’s better you know how this works than asking about it later on.

“I can only see him. That include anything he wears. His clothes. His earpiece. His shoes. But I can’t see something he holds. And the hologram, I can see it because it comes out from his wristband I guess. It’s his communication device,” I stop myself to allow you taking note. “But I can’t hear anything else except his voice. Just his voice,” I unconsciously stop talking to remember his sweet heavy voice.

A sound of someone clearing their throat snap me back to reality. Of course it’s yours. So unoriginal.

“So you can’t see his world and he can’t see this world?” you mumble to yourself but I hear it just fine.

“Not directly. But we have our ways,” I speak up proudly.

“Really? How?”

I roll my eyes realising how lack of imagination you are. “I told you I can see his mother,” I answer like it’s something so obvious I don’t need to spell it out.

I stare at you. Waiting if you catch the clue I gave you but unfortunately you are not as fast as I want you to be.

“Ah,” you finally make a sound.

“I can see his world through the hologram. It’s the same as I know his world,” I confirm your thought.

“What about him?”

“I have my way.”

Someone knocks on your door and surprises both of us. You look on your watch and close your note.

“I guess, this is it for today. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

I get up from your comfy couch. “Do I have another option?” I ask sarcastically and walk to the door.

Without opening the door, I could already guess who’s there. “Elle,” I greet her without enthusiasm.

“Dr. Miller. Your next patient will be here shortly,” she ignores my greeting. She’s still single and by the sparkle in her eyes, I know she’s into you. “Thanks for your hard work,” she says still staring at you.

“Thank you for your hard work,” you reply politely.

I just roll my eyes and gag seeing how artificial this nurse is. I suddenly miss Sam again today.

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