"Let me go. You can't do this." I hissed and tried to look away. I knew looking at him will only make things worse but I could still feel his breaths brushing my face. My breath hitched when he held my face.
"You need to divorce him. Are you even li...
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Chapter 9
“I can’t seem to sleep,” Adam groaned holding his head while on the other side Dr Pitt replied, “Are you trying to sleep at ten tonight? Mr Cross?” Adam stared at his darkroom and got his feet down from the bed before he stared at his nightgown.
“I hadn’t slept last night and the night before. I have to sleep to remain sane. You know what happened the last time.” The doctor on the other side remained a little silent before he asked, “But I told you to take your sleeping pills if there is something straining at work.” Adam didn’t reply to this one and that made the doctor say, “Is it about work, Mr Cross?”
And, a lot past Adam's head. Of course, he was still not over Andrea. He couldn’t have enough time to resort to his old ways of finding a rebound and as if fate didn’t want him to catch a break he met Sarah. And, though he had hired doctor Pitt for the betterment of his mental health he never shares anything with him.
“Mr Cross? If you don’t want to talk about it I won’t press you but you can write it in your journal and figure out what you are dealing with on your own this time too. And, if you can manage you should come to visit me. I can help run some tests. Staying awake for this long had been lethal for you in the past too. Please take two pills and try to sleep.”
“I will visit you on Sunday,” Adam replied and got up from his bed to take a pill from the drawer. He only took one. He hated the fact he had to have the pills to keep him sane. The doctor was right. Even in the past, journaling the thoughts had helped him. He had been journaling the moment his parent got divorced when he was only eight. In fact, it was his birthday when he was told how his parents were getting a separation.
Propping himself over the headboard he stared at the blank white crispy page but then penned down.
"I am writing down to get my mind clear. I wanted to know what it is about. Things at work are going incredible. And, it is the first time I am having this breakdown after any breakup. Andrea was indeed one amazing woman. A model body, career-oriented and resilient soul but it is clearly for the better that it didn’t go further. She hated my working hours, my political and social views at any moment. I know because she never tried to hide it. Was it the reason for our break-up? Clearly not, I have seen many couples with completely different views making it work. I will always blame Andrea for not trying to make it work. I am disappointed at her lack of compassion in our relationship. To top it all, my sister said I should find myself a stupid woman who can believe a marriage can work with me…"
His hand came to a halt while Sarah’s face flashed in his mind. He gulped hard looking at the paper and started again. “…No, I know it is not about Sarah. Also, she is not stupid anymore. If anything she had gotten a spine. Spine to tell me on my face that she had gotten a better man now…"
