"I don't mean to offend you, but nothing about your life makes sense."
An initial one night stand turned into a string of casual hook ups. Soon enough their intimate sessions evolved into weekly discussions beside a Victorian designed fireplace. However, this time around the warmth brushing against his perspiring skin couldn't console how distressing her dissertation of his life had become.
"Noah, you're twenty-four years old. How can that be right? I mean, isn't your ex-fiance like twenty-nine? And I clearly remember you saying you two met in high school. Star crossed lovers type of thing." Her questions are disorientating, definitely misplaced, and now he's starting to believe his decision to let another woman into his life was a stupid mistake.
"I'm so sorry. It's just." Hayden's voice cracks under pressure, like she forgotten her next line.
"It's just that the answers are right in front of you. Noah, you've literally talked to me about four different lives in the last three months. One that involved you and Clarice being together till your dying breath, another as the leader of your father's company. There's a story that involves a demon named Shinigami. While the last, and the most intriguing I might add, involves being the son of Amaranth...."Her pause is one made when someone makes an obvious mistake. Like she's spoken too much.
"Stop. Stop it right now." It's a painful process, trying to question this healthy distraction's momentary hesitance. "Everything just hurts." If it weren't for the anguish being felt.....if it weren't for the anguish being felt....
"Noah, I knew it. The stories about her are true." She quickly tucked her shoulder beneath his arm, trying her best to support his weight. "She's abused her powers over reality. She's rewritten you one too many times."It's like some riddle has been solved with the way she smiles from ear to ear. A sort of aha moment happens when the girl named Hayden guides her American companion to the closest couch.
"Please, don't get mad but I can fix that. I can fix you. My brother was wrong, because I can help you make sense of everything. All I need is for you to sit still. So, concentrate on my voice....and everything, everything will make sense. I swear." Her sincerity is genuine, caressing his cheek and promoting reassuring thoughts.
"I'm going to enter your mind, okay? I know, I know this has happened one too many times, but I promise I've been taught by the best." Her fingers press onto his temples, causing a sweet sensation of comfort. "Hayden, don't do it!" He screamed out knowing that her attempt would activate an automatic defensive mechanism crafted by a witch named Madame Blossom.
"NO!" He's left alone in silence. It's something he's become accustomed too, but the deep seeded guilt of unintentionally hurting someone unlocks the various memories he conversed about during his trip away from melodramatic escapades with Clarice. "What's happening to me?"
Next: Answering the Riddle
"Fan Song was better than I thought, but I guess this means you're ready. Ready to pick the life you want to live."
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