DEAR
The married couple, Genevieve Hwang and Vincent William relocated to a vibrant neighborhood in Melbourne, hoping for a fresh start. Despite the friendly community, Genevieve's persistent hallucinations continued to haunt her. Professional help...
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A FLICKER OF HOPE
Lady Susan stirred awake, disoriented and groggy. The afternoon sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room.
Panic washed over her as she glanced at the clock and realized she had overslept. She was supposed to be at Genevieve's house by now.
Jumping out of bed, Lady Susan hastily threw on a robe and hurried towards the door.
But before she could reach it, a knock resonated from the other side, causing her to freeze in her tracks.
Heart pounding, she slowly opened the door, and relief flooded her as she saw Eric standing there, concern etched on his face. "Eric," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with urgency. "What brings you here?"
Eric looked at her with confusion. "I came to pick you up. I was supposed to escort you to Vincent's house. Are you ready to go?"
Lady Susan's mind raced, thoughts of Vincent consuming her. She kept her concerns to herself, not wanting to burden Eric with her worries. "I...I overslept. Vincent must have left without waking me up," she replied, her voice tinged with apprehension.
Eric's brow furrowed in concern at the mention of Vincent's name. "Are you sure everything is alright? You seem troubled."
Lady Susan offered him a reassuring smile, masking her inner turmoil. "It's nothing. Let's not keep her waiting. I'm ready now."
As they made their journey to Vincent's neighborhood, Lady Susan's thoughts were consumed by the absence of Vincent.
She felt worried, and questions swirled in her mind. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.
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Genevieve's temples throbbed as she rummaged through the cluttered kitchen drawer in search of paracetamol.
The exhaustion from cleaning the house had taken its toll on her, leaving her with a pounding headache.
Her hand brushed against a small bottle, and she paused, momentarily captivated by the memories it held.
The bottle contained the remnants of the medication prescribed to her during her therapy sessions with Doctor Zara.
It was meant to alleviate her hallucinations, to bring her a semblance of peace. But instead, it had only intensified her struggles, leaving her teetering on the edge of depression and anxiety.
Genevieve's gaze hardened as she stared at the bottle, her fingers curling around it.
With a mixture of frustration and determination, she made up her mind. She didn't need those pills anymore. She had learned to cope, to live with the visions that haunted her.
