“When you can no longer trust your instincts, that’s when you worry”
Two weeks after their lovers’ quarrel, and she had not appeared.He looked for her in the arts and crafts room.The attending physician’s office.The waiting rooms, and even the rooms.
Technically, he was a cured man, with the chance to leave, to return to his work, to claim his rightful place as the most influential writer of the last 20 years.Still, there was something odd about his demeanor.He didn’t want to leave, not without her.
After his psych evaluation, he was deemed fit to leave, as he was no longer a threat to others. He never had been in the first place. He said goodbye to the orderlies he got along with. Collected his personal effects. He was escorted outside by his doctor, whose name he never really committed to memory.
The world hadn’t changed.Everything still looked the same, even her.
“Took you long enough”
He smiled. There had been a reason.
“Do you forgive me?”
“For what?”
“Never mind”
“Where are we going now?”
“Don’t know”