At night, Alex entered his bedroom predicting himself to freak out but it didn't occur since the room was all empty, without any existence inside. It was the first time when the absence of his nosy psychiatrist surprised him.
The whole day, he occupied himself with work. Not because of her but he really had a huge workload. Tomorrow's event was at fault. Perhaps she had thought that he was ignoring her?
Believing conversing to himself won't work, Alex paced the extent toward his mirror and noted his reflection. “She didn't think that, did she?”
“F*ck, Alex! What is wrong with you? If she thinks you are ignoring her, let her. It will be just fine.”
Even though his mind bothered him a lot, the mirror told otherwise. And that was true. What the heck was wrong with him? She could think any
