"Good morning Eliana." Miss Lydia greeted me as I made my way inside her office.

"Good morning Miss- Umm... Good morning Lydia.." I corrected myself and gave her a small smile as I sat down on the leather armchair beside her desk. She shut the door with a soft click and circled around the desk, sitting down on her chair. She placed her hands softly on her lap and looked up at me.

"Tell me, Eliana, how are you holding up?" She offered me a gentle smile and I took a breath, exhaling loudly, and spoke up.

"To be honest, I've been doing really well.."I trailed off and watched as her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Her smile faltered for a second, but it returned quickly.

"Really? I have never heard you say that... I'm glad Eliana." She said, her voice soft as silk."Have you been taking your medication?" She asked, arching her right eyebrow as she pushed on the bridge of her glasses with her index finger.

"I.. umm.. Well, no. I stopped taking them after our last session. I-I th-" I stuttered, looking down at my hands and I took in a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I looked up at her and noticed how tense she looked. I furrowed my eyebrows and continued. "That's why I've been feeling better... After I stopped taking the pills, I felt more like myself again."

Her soft gaze turned into one of fury, her pretty green eyes darkening and her jaw clenching. I noticed how her manicured nails were digging inside her palm, tearing the flesh, and probably drawing blood. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing for a second or two and quickly regained her composure.

I told you I don't like her..., my subconscious said to me.

"So you stopped taking your medication. Why didn't you ask me, Eliana? This treatment isn't optional. It's mandatory that you continue taking your medication." She said strictly with a tight smile on her face. My frown deepened at her reaction, but I guess I saw that coming.

"I feel much better now Miss Lydia! I really do. And I think I'm done with my treatment. That's why I didn't ask for your permission to stop and that's why I asked to see you today. I'm sorry if I offended you and your work, I really didn't mean to." I said softly not wanting to cause a scene. Her green eyes were piercing through her glasses as she opened her mouth to say something, but I beat her to it.

"And before you object Miss Lydia, I'm not gonna start taking those pills again.. I mean I don't even remember why I started the treatment in the first place. Please understand, I can't stand this situation anymore." I said, feeling more confident this time. That caught her attention and she leaned her head to the side, looking at me the whole time.

Well, that's not the whole truth... , my subconscious said mischievously.

She doesn't need to know that now, does she?

"You don't ?" She asked incredulously, her eyes widening a fraction as the two words rolled off her tongue as if in slow motion. I nodded slowly and she placed her arms in front of her on the desk, folding them and leaning on them. I couldn't help but take a quick look at her cleavage, that was now on display, her tight white blouse clinging on her and her gold necklace diving inside her breasts. I averted my eyes quickly and looked up at her eyes.

"So you mean to tell me that you decided on your own to stop taking your medication, putting an end to your treatment after realizing that you forgot why you started the treatment in the first place?" She asked, her voice hard and cold, both her eyebrows raised as she waited for an answer. I have never seen her act like this...

I can tell she is a nasty bitch, my subconscious spoke up.

I nodded again, my frown never leaving my face. I scratched the back of my neck slightly as I felt her eyes scanning my face, my cheeks reddening. She leaned back and cleared her throat, taking off her glasses and placing them down on the desk, my eyes following her movements.

"So He stopped visiting you?" My eyes snapped back on her face, widening slightly as I looked at her. There was this weird glint in her green orbs when she mentioned him. I, on the other hand, felt the heat building up in my core at the mention of him and I crossed my legs, clenching my thighs together.

"Yes." I lied bluntly, perfectly aware of the dark figure beside the window. Her left eye twitched once like she knew I was lying and her smile turned into a cynical one.

After the talk I had with Blake and the event that occurred on the same night, I decided that I had to stop swallowing those pills and once I did, he started visiting me every night. I couldn't see him. No, I only felt him. Felt his presence in the far corner of my living room while I watched Tv. Felt his presence when I cooked, when I showered, when I walked. I could only see his shadow in my dreams. Dark, black smoke forming his figure. A faceless, insubstantial body, made of black smoke standing in front of me. His eyes were the most beautiful thing in the world. Piercing blood-red orbs, staring at me, glowing like rubies.

The way the red dots were glowing inside the dark smoke, lust oozing out of them, sent shivers down my spine and lit up my body like a match. Every morning I woke up sweaty, horny, and with panties as damp as the Seine.

"You don't see him anymore? You're not... hallucinating about him?" She asked, snapping me out of my thoughts, and carefully scanned my face, waiting for my reaction and my answer.

My eyes drifted to the window, where he was standing. That's the first time he visited me while I was awake. I looked at his ghostly figure and his bright red eyes, as he watched the scene unfold. His hand started moving slowly and it came up to his face, with his index finger pointing up, indicating that I have to keep my mouth shut. He interacted with me...

Well isn't he full of surprises today? , my subconscious jumped in, voicing our thoughts.

Indeed.

"No, I don't," I said looking back at her. She smirked slightly and nodded, looking out the window. For a moment I thought she looked at him and my eyes widened.

"It's a beautiful day. Such a nice Tuesday morning!" Her soft, calming voice is back now. I sighed and closed my eyes, realizing that she was looking out the window and not beside it. When I opened my eyes, her gaze was fixed on me, a sweet smile plastered on her face. Almost too sweet.

"Alright, Eliana. I'm really happy that you moved on and you're feeling better. I'm proud of you!" She beamed at me, her green eyes sparkling. " Although I had to initiate the termination of your treatments, I will let this one slide. But! If you ever experience any hallucinations, you come straight to me! Okay?" I nodded and she continued. "I will write down the termination of your treatment and of our appointments, sign it and I'll give a copy to you." She calmly said and I sighed again, nodding and offering her a tight smile.

She signed two forms, keeping one for herself and handing over the copy to me. I folded it and placed it inside my purse.

"Thank you so much for everything, Miss Lydia! I'm grateful for all you've done for me and I wouldn't be here without you!" I said and stood up, offering her my hand to shake.

"Eliana... It's just Lydia." She said and smiled back, getting up from her chair and moving around her desk to hug me. Surprised, I hesitantly hug her back, as she rubbed my shoulder soothingly.

I looked over at the window, watching him lean against the wall, his red eyes blinking now and then.

By now, I have accepted the fact that he was going to follow me everywhere I go. Maybe he was real, maybe he was just a figment of my imagination. Maybe I'm truly going crazy. But I'm not taking those pills again.

Lydia moved back, breaking our embrace and she showed me to the door once again. I thought he was going to follow me outside the door but he didn't even blink. Maybe he'll reappear when I exit the building.

We said our goodbyes with Lydia, promising to grab a coffee sometime and I turned towards the staircase, while she closed her door.

"My Ki-" I heard her whisper and I snapped my head back to the door of her office, but it was already shut, cutting her off.

I knew it, my subconscious said pissed.

I tip-toed to the door and pressed my ear on the cold surface, trying to hear what she was saying. But nothing could be heard from inside.

I sighed and made my way down the stairs.

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As I was making my way back home, I lit up a cigarette and sat down on a bench at the town's square. The sun was heating my body up and I looked up at the top of the buildings that surrounded the square, as I took a drag of my cigarette. I exhaled the smoke through my nostrils and closed my eyes, my nerves relaxing and the tension leaving my body.

I was so anxious to meet with Miss Lydia that the stress took a toll on my body, tiring me out.

I opened my eyes, my head angled towards the sky and I watched as a blackbird was making its way towards the ground. Fast. It didn't take long for me to realize that the bird was coming right at me and I let out a scream, bring my hands to my face, as it opened its huge raven wings to slow down his pace. I closed my eyes, ready for the impact, but it never came. Instead, I felt something on my leg and I slowly opened one eye to look at what the hell happened.

Surprised, I looked with wide eyes at the big blackbird, casually sitting on my knee.

I blinked once, twice, thrice.

Did a fucking bird just land on your leg?, my subconscious asked dumbfounded.

It looks like a crow. It is really big for a crow though, I thought, examining it.

It was about thrice the size of my palm and had two huge wings hugging its body. Its size clearly giving away its gender. Male crows tend to be bigger than females and this one was huge, so I'm guessing it's a he. His wings were decorated with huge, perfectly shaped, shiny black feathers that looked as soft as silk. He had a sharp and pointy beak, that looked like it was made from crystals. How is this bird so shiny? Did he bathe in conditioner or something?

His head turned to the side, his midnight eyes looking at me. I looked at him dumbfounded and wonder what the hell to do with him.

"Come on! Shoo! Fyge!" I said and moved my hand towards him to scare him but he didn't even flinch.(Leave!)

Well, now what?

His head leaned on the right as if challenging me and I narrowed my eyes at him. I looked up to see people passing by, not giving a second glance at the bird on my lap. I looked back down at him and then placed the cigarette between my lips. His sharp beak opened wide and he let out a croak, making me flinch back and widen my eyes.

"What? You want a drag?" I said humorously and took another drag from my cigarette.

"Yes, I would, if you don't mind." I heard and my eyes widened, ready to pop out of their sockets as they snapped back to the bird's beak while I coughed out smoke.

"WHAT THE FUCK ?!" I yelled and then covered my mouth with my hand, the cigarette between my fingers. I heard a chuckle from behind me and I immediately turned around to see where it's coming from. I came face to face with someone's crotch and I gasped as my cigarette touched his jeans and soiled the fabric with ashes.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I said and before I even thought about it, I dropped my cigarette on the ground and my hands reached for the stain.

"Oh-Um.. ahhh.." He said uncomfortably as I rubbed the stain with my finger, dusting the ashes. It took me two seconds to realize that I was literally rubbing his crotch and I instantly retrieved my hands holding them up in the air, gasping.

I opened my mouth to speak, while my eyes travel up to his face, but my words were caught in my throat and I let out a strangled sound as I took in his facial features.

Holy shit...

Holy shit indeed, my subconscious added, probably licking her lips.

Piercing deep blue eyes looking down at his crotch, wonderful long lashes framing them, luscious full pinkish lips forming a small uncomfortable smile and straight pearly white teeth, slightly biting the inside of his cheek. He's clearly light skin and surely not one hundred percent Greek. His skin reminded me of chocolate milk and I was tempted to run my tongue across his cheek.

I stared at his beautiful face, my eyes hurting from his beauty and I was pretty sure I was drooling. I watched him adjust his baggy jeans and try to hide his growing erection with his T-shirt but to no avail.

"I- Um ... I'm- I'm sorry. I clearly didn't think this through..." I trailed off and looked at the ground, my cheeks blushing a deep shade of red. I heard him chuckle and he walked around the bench so he was in front of me.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about it." He said and put his hands in his pockets. I looked up at him, my gaze traveling up his lean and muscled torso. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and a jean jacket on top, complimenting his physique. I heard him clear his throat and my eyes snapped back at his beautiful blue orbs, my blush deepening as I felt the blood flowing to my cheeks.

"I'm sorry what?" I said and licked my lips quickly. His eyes followed the movement of my lips and my tongue, a smirk appearing on his face.

"I asked you what's your name, but I think I'm more curious about the big ass bird on your lap." He said, his smirk never faltering as he looked at the crow. I looked back at the crow who was now watching the stranger and moved his head from side to side.

"I really don't know what to tell you.." I trailed off and licked my lips once again. "He just flew right at my lap out of nowhere. And he won't leave." I said and shrugged. I felt the crow's claws dig into my jeans and my flesh and I gasped, my eyes widening.

"Ow! What the hell?" I said and my fingers tightened around the metallic bench as I hissed. I saw the cute guy crouch down and he waved his hand around, quickly and defensively to scare the crow away. The crow opened his beak and made a loud croak, as he leaned toward the guy making him stumble back.

"Woah there!" He said with a deep voice. I felt the crow dig his claws deeper inside my flesh and I saw blood pooling around the ripped jeans. "Shit! You're bleeding!" He spoke up and his hand shot out towards the crow.

"Wait wait, move back a little!" I said and touched his hand, pushing it back. His touch sent tingles up my veins and straight to my core, as I shivered violently. I looked at his face and I knew he felt it too because his eyes snapped to mine quickly. I looked away and glanced towards the bird.

"Hey, there little guy," I said and moved my hand towards his head to try and pet him. "Hey I won't hurt you, don't be afraid" I continued, as my hand reached the top of his head, hovering above it.

This will either go well or he'll bite my fingers off, I thought to myself.

"There you go, don't be afraid," I said as I placed my fingers on top of his head and slightly pet his soft feathers. He was watching me carefully as he tried not to move his head too much. My other hand slowly moved towards his little legs. "You're kinda hurting me, little guy," I said, my voice soft and a little high pitched, trying to ignore the pain.

As if he understood me, his claws removed themselves from my leg and I saw the blood gush out for a few seconds, completely destroying my jeans. I hissed as pain shot up to my spine and the crow opened his wings wide and croaked, making me quickly retrieve my hand.

"Ow! Shit it hurts!" I said and saw too big hands reaching out and pressing down on my wounds, trying to stop the blood from flowing. The crow let out another loud croak and completely opened his wings, black feathers on show. His beak ducked down and bit the guy's hand, tearing his flesh a little. Holy fuck!

He's hurting the cutie! Get rid of it NOW!, my subconscious yelled inside my mind.

"Okay, that's it!" I said and stood up abruptly, the crow forced to fly away. He flew above my head and settled on the bench after a while, looking at me. I glared back at him and moved my whole body towards it and my hands shot out, finally scaring it away. The crow flew away, above the buildings.

I turned to look at the cute guy, now sitting on the bench and holding his hand tightly, blood covering both his hands. I gasped and knelt down, taking his hand in mine and examining it. He snatched it back immediately and he laughed a little.

"Hey! You're hurt! Let me see it!" I said and reached up for his hand, moving in between his legs. He moved his arms towards the air and I lost my balance, falling on him. My face hit his hard chest and I reflectively placed my hands on both his thighs, trying to support my weight, but to no avail.

"Oh fuck!" He groaned as my chest brushed over his, still hard, erection. I immediately moved back and stood up, my hands shooting up in the air for the second time. I looked at his face and blushed hard as I noticed his lower lip between his teeth.

"I'm sorry.. I- I just wanted to see your hand.." I stuttered and looked down, noticing my wounds and my ripped jeans. "Shit! I forgot about that." I added and sat down on the bench, beside him and pressed down on my thigh. With my free hand that wasn't completely drenched with blood, I grabbed my purse and opened it, taking out the antibacterial wipes.

I took one out for me and give two to the guy sitting beside me. We both wiped our hands from the blood, and he wrapped the clean one around his wound to stop the bleeding.

He's smart, I like him..., she said and I rolled my eyes at myself.

Of course, you do, you're me!

Well, not entirely...

"That fucking crow.." He cursed and stood up, quickly taking my purse and throwing the strap on top of his shoulder.

"Hey what the hell-"I started but I was cut off by my own gasp, as he picked me up, hooking his strong arms under my legs and behind my back. I gasped again as he threw me up a bit, adjusting me to his arms. My right arm slid around his neck, to help him hold me up. My left one cupped my wounds to reduce the blood flow.

"Where are we going?" I said but my voice was so soft, it came out as a whisper.

"I hope I look trustworthy enough because I'm taking you to my house." He said and smiled down at me, his delicious dimples showing.

"Wha- What? Why?" I said and looked in the direction we are going and then back at him, my eyes wide.

"Because you are bleeding and I have to disinfect the wound as quickly as possible. The hospital is about 20 miles away and I don't think it can wait that long." He said casually, moving me around so I won't hit anybody with my legs as he walked at a quick pace down the busy street.

"Umm I can do it at home, it's about 15 minutes away. I can walk there, I don't want to be a burden." I said and he looked at me with such intensity with those incredibly attractive eyes, I think I swooned. He smiled brightly and chuckled a few times.