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~Luella

My eyes are misty, my foot flat against the floor.

I'm not sure how to keep my emotions in check. I feel lied to, deceived and not okay with this situation at all. My sister Della, who I don't always get on with at the best of times is dating an immortal? I don't understand how I could have such a major oversight. Surely that's the reason I'm getting these hallucinations...It's some kind of consequence of him being close.

I slap my steering wheel. I hate that this happened. Knowing Della, she isn't going to want anything to do with me now that she has this powerful immortal on her arm. What business does he have with her anyway? I'm not saying she is beautiful, I'm just saying that people like him should stick to...his own type.

Maybe I'm bitter. Maybe I'm jealous she always gets lucky, whereas I get all the problems, and the crazed Sins chasing after me.

How could I have broken this immortal's heart if he is pining after someone else?

Rain suddenly starts up out of nowhere, slapping violently against my windshield. Of course, the never-ending thunderstorms of Fate's territory. For a long time, I remember it being warm, sunny; the perfect seaside place to keep everyone happy. It seems with my dark frame of mind; the weather has turned to mirror it. At least I can relate to something around here.

By the time I make it to Fate's territory, I've exhausted all my anger into nothing but disappointment. This wouldn't be the first time she's gone and done something I haven't been okay with, but I suppose that's the reality of having a sister.

Pulling up inside a parking lot, I wait for the rain to die down a bit before I step out again. I've come to visit Mr. Fisher, my therapist. No one else is going to be willing to talk.

At this point I'm desperate.

He answers the door the moment I knock. He must have been watching me arrive from the window. He ushers me inside, closing the door behind me as I brush water off my clothing. I'm surprised he is here, considering the lateness od the hour. Either way, I was pushing my luck by coming here, so I'm pleased to see maybe he will have time for me.

"You look distraught," he comments, pulling out a chair from me in front of his desk. Promptly sitting down on it, I tuck my jacket around me, collecting my thoughts.

"I had no one else to talk to. I'm quite frankly confused," I admit, my voice hoarse. For once, there is a moment of silence in my brain, no commotion existing after that dinner. Maybe Thought will finally leave me alone, so he could one day be a part of the family. Just that thought makes me feel nauseous.

Mr. Fisher sits down behind his desk, adjusting the glasses on his face. "Talk to me."

"I know this isn't going to make much sense, but I'm going to say it anyway. My sister is dating Thought, the immortal, which I know sounds crazy, but for some reason it's true. And all these mental problems are his fault, and she didn't warn me the entire time," I exasperate, resting my elbows on his desk. It feels good to get this off my chest to someone who isn't within my own hallucination.

He looks sympathetic, which only encourages me to talk more. "And not to mention Revel, that immortal you brought to my attention. He's now claiming he can get rid of this problem, but really hasn't helped me at all. I just don't know what I did to deserve this.

Mr. Fisher walks around the desk, not sitting down at his seat. He's seems to be pacing back and forth, thinking. I doubt this makes much sense to him, but at least he's trying.

"Can I impart some advice for you?" he asks.

I nod. I'm desperate for advice, for anything to make this go away. Maybe I should run away from this town, and leave Della and her strange boyfriend behind. It's too much mess for me to handle when I'm just trying to get my career together. But what if these problems still chase me wherever I go? These thoughts aren't healthy. I don't know why the immortal is so obsessed with ruining my life.

Trapped within my thoughts, I didn't realise Mr. Fisher had walked behind me. When he comes back around to sit as his desk, it's not my therapist at all.

I have no idea who this is.

Turning around, I check to see where Mr. Fisher has gone, and why he brought in someone else to this private conversation. However, he has disappeared, either out the room, or he's transformed into this enigmatic man who sits down at the desk in front of me. It takes me a good moment of scrutinising his face to realise that I've seen him in books and on television before. And not for any good reason.

"Time. Are you real?" I question. Initially I'm frightened, until I realise that it is doubtful any of this is real. He glares down at me with pure golden eyes, pushing his fringe of dark hair back. He's tall, with an elegant figure dressed in dark outfit that only makes his eyes appear more vivid.

"We should get the semantics out of the way first. I'm here, I'm real. There's plenty of ways I can prove that to you," he comments smoothly.

"Okay, I believe you."

It's not that I doubt he is real, because I'm convinced he's not, I just don't want him to prove to me that he is. If he does so, it means I really am sitting here in front of Thought's brother. Surely, he is here to silence me, to tell me to keep out of his brother's business and stop asking questions. Everyone knows Time to be the sinister, poisonous immortal who ruins lives. That must be his intention right now.

"What do you want with me?" I ask softly. The way he so casually leans back in his seat only proves how comfortable he is right now. Not much could intimidate someone with as much power as him. Even if he appears so effortlessly beautiful, like a painting come to life.

He leans forward, knotting his hands together. "I'm here to tell you, that you're overreacting. This whole mental torment you're raving on about isn't as big of a deal as you think it might be."

I blink. "Excuse me?"

"My brother is tricky, I realise, but once you learn to not pay attention to his advances, it's easy to ignore them. He's doing all this for your attention. He doesn't actually want your sister, he wants you. Which I know, strange, but he has his own demons which make this complicated," he explains, as if any of that makes sense.

"Thought doesn't want me. Why would he? I've never met him before now," I tell him. Maybe none of these events have made sense, and an explanation like that would help it all fall into place. But I can't commit to that...Della would kill me.

"Like I said, it's complicated. But as his brother, I'm telling you now, it's better not to go against him. Because none of this will stop unless you do," he tells me.

He gets to his feet swiftly, walking around the desk. Standing quickly, I step to cut him off. If he thinks he can walk out of here sharing absolutely nothing helpful with me, then he's insane. Immortals might be shady, but I'm not having this.

"Why? Why me?"

Time looks down at me, eyebrows furrowed. To him, I surely look like some kind of pest harassing him for more time than he is willing to give me. But he cares enough to come here and warn me. He knows his brother better than I do, and he wants this dealt with his own reasons, sure. Reasons he won't share with me, no doubt. But that doesn't mean I don't want to know what to do.

"Why you? Not many people mean anything to my brother. He couldn't care less about me, and frankly, likewise. But you...you're the one person he would kill for. He would destroy the minds of all his loyal followers if it meant he could get you. And instead of being forward about, he's scared. Don't ask me why, because I'm just as curious as you. But what I know, is he has an end plan, and you're in it."

Brushing past me, Time walks out the door, and I follow him, right out into the carpark, and into the rain.

"Tell me what to do, please. Why else would you help me?" I call out after him.

He turns around. "You can't run from him. You can't hide. Your best chance is playing his game until he wins. Or get into his head, before he can do so."

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