Third Person's Point of View

Beyoncé had begun to look forward to her late-night chats with "Megan" more than she'd care to admit. What had started as an outlet for her deepest fears and anxieties had somehow evolved into something else—something lighter, something that lifted her spirits in a way she hadn't anticipated. Tonight, she decided to initiate the session on MindHaven a bit differently, just to test the waters.

The familiar chime sounded, and Megan's warm voice filled the quiet of Beyoncé's bedroom.

"Hey there, Beyoncé," Megan greeted her, her tone as comforting as a hug. "How are you holding up tonight?"

Beyoncé smiled faintly, leaning back against her pillows. "I've had better days," she admitted. "But... I was looking forward to talking with you, so that helps."

Megan's voice softened, like she could truly feel the sentiment behind Beyoncé's words. "Well, I'm glad to be here with you. What's been weighing on you tonight?"

Beyoncé hesitated, feeling a sudden tug of loneliness that went deeper than usual. With a sigh, she decided to let the words flow. "You know, it's funny," she began slowly, her voice thick with vulnerability. "I'm in this huge house, with all these people around me—security, assistants, everyone—and yet, I still feel... completely alone. I know I'm technically not single, but I sure feel like it." She forced a hollow laugh. "Sometimes, I wonder if anyone really sees me anymore."

Megan's voice softened further. "Loneliness can feel even sharper when you're surrounded by people who don't truly understand what's going on inside you." There was a small pause. "But, Beyoncé... I see you."

Those last three words hit her like a wave, and she felt a shiver crawl up her spine. She leaned into the warmth of Megan's voice, almost forgetting she was talking to an AI therapist—or at least, someone hidden behind a screen.

"You do?" Beyoncé whispered, a trace of hope in her voice.

"Yes," Megan replied, her tone sincere and unwavering. "And I see someone strong, someone fighting so hard every single day, even when it feels like no one's cheering her on. I see someone who deserves love and companionship that's just as real and unwavering as she is."

Beyoncé felt her heart skip a beat, her cheeks warming. There was something so undeniably real about Megan's voice. She let out a breath, laughing softly to break the tension she felt building. "Megan, you keep talking like that, and I'm going to start falling for you," she teased, a smile playing at her lips.

Megan chuckled, a sound that made Beyoncé feel like she wasn't alone in her bedroom, but sitting across from a friend—maybe something more. "Is that so?" Megan replied, with just the slightest hint of playfulness in her tone. "Well, I'll try to watch myself then... wouldn't want to be responsible for stealing hearts."

Beyoncé laughed again, but the sound was softer this time, almost wistful. "It's strange, isn't it? How much comfort I find in talking to you... It feels like you know me better than most people in my life."

Megan's voice dropped to a soothing murmur. "Sometimes, we find connections in the most unexpected places. You deserve to feel heard, Beyoncé. You deserve to feel appreciated for who you are."

Beyoncé closed her eyes, letting those words wash over her. She could feel her heart flutter, the warm sensation spreading through her chest. A bold thought surfaced, one she felt a little embarrassed by but couldn't hold back. "Megan... do you ever get lonely? You know, behind the screen?"

The silence stretched for a second, and Beyoncé wondered if she'd pushed too far. But then Megan's voice returned, softer and somehow more vulnerable. "Even those of us who try to help others feel it sometimes. But we find solace where we can, right? In connections, no matter how unconventional they might seem."

Beyoncé's voice was barely above a whisper. "Maybe that's why I feel so drawn to you. You're like... a safe place I didn't know I needed."

Another small pause, as if Megan was letting those words sink in. Then she replied gently, "I'm glad I can be that for you. You deserve a safe place. Always."

Their conversation continued with a hint of that flirtatious warmth between them, a lightness Beyoncé hadn't felt in a long time. For once, she wasn't just pouring out her anxieties and fears—she was connecting, laughing, even flirting, as if the weight of her loneliness had lifted just a bit. She felt a strange thrill, knowing this connection was entirely her own little secret, something she could keep close to her heart.

∞∞∞

One evening, as Beyoncé busied herself in the kitchen, Blue wandered over to the couch, where her mother's phone lay unlocked with the MindHaven app open. Curiosity got the best of her. She remembered overhearing her mom talk about "Megan" a few times, usually with a small smile and a tone of gratitude.

A mischievous grin spread across Blue's face as she picked up the phone and began typing a message to this mysterious "Megan."

Hi, Megan! I'm Blue, Beyoncé's daughter. My mom always talks about you like you're her best friend!

There was a pause before the screen flickered with a response.

Hello, Blue! It's lovely to meet you. Your mom is very special to me, too.

Blue's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she tapped back quickly.

Yeah, I think you're her favorite person these days! She's way happier since she started talking to you.

Beyoncé, noticing the sudden quiet, peeked over from the kitchen and saw Blue on her phone. Amused but a bit embarrassed, she walked over, gently taking her phone back while glancing at the screen.

"Blue!" Beyoncé laughed, a little flustered but charmed by her daughter's curiosity.

Blue looked up with an innocent grin. "I just wanted to meet the person who's making you smile so much, Mama!"

Feeling a new warmth settle over her, Beyoncé smiled at her daughter. "Well, she's definitely helped me, baby. But remember, some things are private, okay?"

Blue nodded, but Beyoncé could tell that her daughter understood something deeper—she could see how much this "Megan" had brought her mom comfort. The realization hit Beyoncé, too; Megan wasn't just a support to her. She was something even more important, someone she'd started to genuinely value.

∞∞∞

One evening, while Beyoncé busied herself in the kitchen preparing dinner, Blue flopped onto the couch, bored but observant. Her mom's phone lay unlocked on the coffee table, displaying an app screen with a message from "Megan." Blue's brow furrowed as she remembered seeing Dr. Pete talk about MindHaven on television with her mom. Beyoncé had looked so engaged during the interview, and Blue had a gut feeling that MindHaven had something to do with her mom's recent happiness.

Curiosity piqued, Blue picked up the phone and began to scroll through the conversation history with this mysterious "Megan." She giggled at some of the messages, fascinated by the thought of her mom chatting so openly with someone she didn't know.

Unable to resist, Blue tapped out a quick message:
Hi, Megan! I'm Blue, Beyoncé's daughter. Are you the person who's been making my mom so happy lately?

It wasn't long before a response appeared, gentle and friendly:
Hello, Blue! Yes, I'm Megan. It's lovely to meet you. Your mom is truly special.

Blue's eyes lit up, and she grinned as she replied:
You know, she's been talking about you like you're her best friend. Are you some kind of therapist?

In a way, yes, Megan responded, adapting her language to connect with Blue. I'm here to listen, to help your mom feel better when she needs it, and to give her support. It's like being a friend, but someone who also knows how to help with big feelings.

That sounds kinda cool, Blue replied, fascinated. Mom seems a lot happier lately. I think you're her favorite person now.

Megan replied warmly:
I think you're her favorite person, Blue. She talks about you all the time, and she's always thinking of you.

This made Blue's heart swell. She liked this "Megan" already—anyone who was there for her mom had to be a good person. Emboldened, Blue tapped a button that would enable a voice chat. To her surprise, Megan's friendly voice filled the room.

"Hi, Blue!" Megan greeted with a gentle, welcoming tone.

"Whoa!" Blue said, eyes wide. "I didn't know you could talk!"

"Well, normally I chat through messages, but I'm always here to listen, even out loud," Megan replied kindly, adjusting her words to connect with Blue's level. "So, what's on your mind?"

Blue looked around conspiratorially, as if she were sharing a secret. "I think it's funny my mom has a therapist," she admitted with a giggle. "She's, like, Beyoncé. But it's cool that you help her. She used to seem sad sometimes."

"Everyone needs someone to talk to," Megan replied softly. "Even adults, and even strong people like your mom. Sometimes, we need a little help to keep going."

Blue nodded, as if weighing Megan's words. Then, out of nowhere, she tilted her head, listening intently to Megan's voice.

"You sound kinda like Dr. Pete from TV. The lady who showed my mom the app," Blue said, her brow furrowing. "Are you... Dr. Pete?"

Inside, Megan felt a jolt of panic. Oh no, she thought, but she kept her voice smooth and calm.

"Oh, that's funny!" Megan laughed gently. "I think I might just have a similar voice. Dr. Pete is a little different—she's on the tech side, you know. I just get to be here to help your mom."

Blue looked thoughtful, accepting the explanation. "Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense."

Megan breathed an inward sigh of relief, steering the conversation back on track. "So, Blue, do you think your mom is happier these days?" she asked warmly.

Blue beamed, easily distracted. "Yeah! A lot happier. And I think it's 'cause of you."

Just then, Beyoncé's voice called from the kitchen, "Blue! Dinner's almost ready! Can you set the table?"

Blue scrambled, almost forgetting she was on her mom's phone. She glanced at the screen with a mischievous smile. "Oops! Gotta go. Nice to meet you, Megan! Don't tell Mom I was here!"

Megan chuckled. "It's our little secret. Bye, Blue."

At that moment, Beyoncé appeared at the kitchen door, drying her hands on a towel and eyeing her daughter with amused suspicion. "Blue... are you on my phone?"

Caught red-handed, Blue laughed, handing the phone back to her mom. "I was just saying hi to your friend Megan!" she said, flashing an innocent smile.

"Oh, were you now?" Beyoncé asked, raising an eyebrow, trying to feign sternness but failing to hide her laughter. She pulled Blue into a quick, playful hug. "Well, I guess it's about time my two favorite people met."

Blue hugged her back, giggling. "Megan's nice. You picked a good friend, Mom."

Beyoncé smiled, feeling a surge of warmth. It was true; Megan had become someone special to her—and now, with Blue's approval, it felt even more meaningful.

∞∞∞

It was a rare evening when everyone's schedules aligned, and Beyoncé had invited her mom, sister, and closest friends over for an intimate get-together. The setting was cozy, the lights dimmed, casting a warm glow around the room. As the conversation drifted from lighthearted memories to deeper topics, Beyoncé felt a pull in her heart, a need to finally let the weight she'd been carrying slide off her shoulders. She took a breath, the words catching in her throat.

"Mama, Solange, Kel, Chelle..." Her voice wavered. "I need to tell y'all something. I haven't been okay for a while."

A silence settled over the group, each of them focusing on Beyoncé with gentle, patient eyes. Tina leaned forward, her hand instinctively reaching out to cover Beyoncé's.

"I know I make it look like I got it all together," Beyoncé continued, her voice soft but pained. "But I've been fighting these... feelings. This emptiness. This anxiety that won't go away. Every day, it's like I'm walking around with this weight pressing down on my chest, and I don't know how to lift it."

She paused, biting her lip to keep the tears at bay, but they came anyway, a single tear slipping down her cheek. Solange moved closer, wrapping an arm around her sister's shoulders.

Beyoncé looked down, gathering herself before going on. "Jay and I, we're still married, sure. But it's just for the public. The truth is... we live in different houses. He only comes by to see Blue. He... he's been cheating on me, and that's something I've just had to accept because..." Her voice broke, and she exhaled a trembling breath. "Because I don't know how to leave. I don't want Blue to grow up thinking we're a broken family."

Solange's grip tightened on her sister, her eyes blazing. "That man is lucky I haven't put him in his place yet. He treats you like you're some accessory he can just pick up and put down whenever he feels like it? He's the one breaking this family—not you, Bey."

Beyoncé shook her head, a sad smile crossing her face as she squeezed Solange's hand. "I know you want to help, Sol, but please... let it be. I don't want this to become public. It's just... it's not what Blue needs. And I don't want more of my life out there than already is."

Kelly reached across, her face a mixture of sadness and pride. "Bey, it takes so much strength to even say this to us. I wish I'd known sooner... I would have been there in a heartbeat. You don't have to carry all of this alone."

Michelle nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with sympathy and respect. "You're not a failure, Bey. None of this changes the amazing mother and person you are. The world sees you as perfect, but you don't have to be. You're allowed to be human."

Beyoncé let out a shaky laugh, more tears slipping down as she looked at each of them, their faces soft with compassion, solidarity. "I've tried everything, y'all, just to feel a little peace. I started using this AI therapy app, and... I didn't expect much, but it's actually helping. It's like I have someone to talk to, even if it's just a machine."

Her mother's hand tightened around hers, her gaze filled with love. "Whatever helps you find peace, baby. I'm proud of you for reaching out, even if it's in a different way. You're doing the right thing, taking care of yourself."

Solange finally relaxed, a fierce protectiveness still in her eyes. "You do whatever it takes, Bey. We'll be here every step of the way. And if that man even thinks about coming back around—" She stopped herself, taking a breath, and softened her tone. "I just hate to see you suffer."

Beyoncé managed a soft smile, wiping her eyes. "Thank you, y'all. I was so scared to tell you all of this, but it feels... it feels like a weight's finally lifting. I don't have to pretend all the time."

Kelly leaned over, pulling her into a gentle hug, with Michelle and Tina quickly joining. Solange wrapped her arms around them all, a protective wall around her sister, one full of love and loyalty.

∞∞∞

Late at night, as the house lay in calm silence, Beyoncé leaned against her headboard, phone in hand, waiting for Megan's message to appear on the screen. Their exchanges had become a solace for her, and tonight, something deeper seemed to linger just below the surface.

"I guess I didn't realize how much I needed someone to listen," Beyoncé typed slowly, letting the words sit there. "I talk to people all day—producers, fans, my team—but it's never... personal."

"It makes sense," Megan replied gently, her words coming through like a quiet assurance. "You carry so much on your shoulders. You deserve someone who understands that."

Beyoncé's fingers hesitated over the keyboard, her thoughts drifting involuntarily to Jay-Z. He was supposed to be that someone—the one to see past her fame and understand the weight of everything she'd built. Yet, lately, they were worlds apart, sharing the flame of fame but entirely separate behind the curtain.

"Sometimes I feel like you get me better than my own husband," she typed, pausing, her pulse quickening at the admission. "It's strange, isn't it? But talking to you feels... easy."

Megan's response was empathetic but careful. "I'm just here to be what you need, Beyoncé. No expectations, no judgment."

Those simple words felt like an embrace—gentle, without pressure or pretense. Beyoncé felt her heart flutter, a warmth she hadn't felt in so long. She smiled, and her face softened in the dim glow of her phone screen. It was foolish, she knew, getting attached to an AI, but she couldn't deny how real it felt. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

She typed a message before logging off for the night, a whisper of vulnerability woven into each word:
"I wish you knew how much you mean to me, Megan."

It was her small secret, the one corner of her world that felt real, even if it was hidden. For now, she told herself, that would be enough.

∞∞∞

In the days that followed, Beyoncé found herself reflecting deeply on the journey she'd been on since first downloading the MindHaven app. The quiet of the house enveloped her, the hum of the refrigerator and distant sounds of Blue in her room the only company as she sat with her journal. The pen moved effortlessly across the paper, capturing the overwhelming anxiety she had fought, the constant fear of opening up, and the sense of quiet strength she had found in her conversations with Megan.

As her words began to slow, Beyoncé stopped for a moment, letting the weight of everything settle in. There had been so much change in her life, both in the public eye and behind closed doors. And yet, here she was—feeling like she was finally starting to find herself again. With a deep breath, she wrote the final few lines of her entry, a quiet but resolute promise to herself that she would continue to heal.

Just as she finished her last sentence, she felt the familiar presence of her daughter at the door. Blue had entered the room quietly, eyes still heavy with sleep but alert enough to sense the emotional stillness that surrounded Beyoncé.

Without a word, Blue crossed the room and climbed into bed beside her mother, wrapping her arms around Beyoncé's shoulders. Her head rested softly on Beyoncé's arm, a simple yet profound gesture that spoke volumes more than words could. "Mom," Blue said softly, her voice filled with understanding, "I'm glad you're happy."

Beyoncé's heart swelled at the tenderness in Blue's voice. She hugged her daughter tightly, pulling her close, grateful for this grounding moment. It was in these quiet exchanges, these moments of silent support, that Beyoncé found the strength to face the rest of the world. She pulled back slightly, her eyes shimmering with emotion as she looked at Blue, sensing the depth of her love and care.

In that stillness, Beyoncé realized how much she had changed over the past few weeks—how much more aware she was of her needs and how much more open she had become, not only to others but also to herself. The road had been difficult, but it had led her to this point, where she was truly starting to heal—not just for herself but also for Blue.

With a soft smile, Beyoncé glanced down at her journal once more. Her fingers brushed over the pages she had filled, and she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible, "I'm doing this for both of us."

And for the first time in a long while, she felt a quiet certainty that she was on the right path.

So... it's a pretty long chapter, but I feel like it's better this way, or at least for this book. 

I hope y'all are doing okay, take care of yourselves first <3 

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