Breaking news:
[Larry Obine]
[Larry Obine achieves another success!]
[The genius young man is finally back to the lights]
[Larry Obine had confirmed that he had a love interest; who we will know soon]
These headlines were repeated daily, always showing on the TV, maybe in a channel or two if I was lucky but today was different. It was not just that.
[Breaking news, Larry Obine confirmed that the Dilona invention is almost completed]
[The legends group are going for a tour this year expecting a great welcome from our man Larry Obine himself]
The images and articles were spreading at an unprecedented rate. I was watching them on the big screen of my TV, scanning every single word the people said, every angle of all the pictures that were showing, scattering before my eyes like shells that never stop exploding, overwhelming me with intricate details of my life that have become public for all to see. Everyone's eyes are on me. People are looking at "Larry Obine", that young man who invented innovative devices and won global awards, and then his career took off like a rocket. However, deep down, I felt as if an invisible weight was pressing on my chest, hindering my ability to breathe, gradually stirring my anxiety. A nice guy with brown honey eyes that brings comfort to the heart of others, soft and silky black hair like a cloud, a tall charming young man with a face that shows confidence, with a presence that commands the attention of the people.
Returning here, to my office, was my attempt to escape the pressures of the outside world. The room that had always been a refuge for me contained a mix of modern furniture and calm colors, giving a sense of balance and comfort. The walls, covered in dark oak wood, give the place a sense of stability and grounding, while the floor-to-ceiling windows allow warm daylight to flood the room, making you feel surrounded by peace. Above my desk, there are small plants adorned with their natural colors, adding a touch of life and beauty to the place.
But at that moment, I felt that I couldn't escape from myself or from the world I had built around me. My hands were shaking a little when I held the hot cup of coffee. Even the smell of it, which I usually found comforting, was not enough to dispel the anxiety that filled every corner of my being. All the headlines I had read were flowing through my mind, like a rushing stream that nothing could stop. I felt as if I were at the center of a whirlpool from which I couldn't escape.
My hands began to move nervously on the desk, and I tried to focus on something specific, something that could restore my sense of control over my life. I looked at the analog clock that my mother got me when I first became an inventor, time is passing quickly, as if every minute was stealing something. from me. I suddenly snapped out of it, as I had dozed off in my thoughts and didn't notice that the door had opened.
A young woman entered my office, with her calm features and sharp gaze that missed nothing. "Viola Albert" was someone trained to read between the lines, and she couldn't let any sign of your worry go unnoticed. She entered with a graceful movement and sat in the chair opposite me, as if she were part of the place itself, adapting to all its details. Her dark glasses complemented her appearance in a distinctive way, and her dark eyes sparkled cautiously, as if she were waiting for me to speak or to address her. This is what i call a perfect assistant
"Good morning, Mr. Larry". She said, I was the one who always started the talking but this time something was off, and she knew that for sure. Her voice is like a cool breeze amidst the heat of the day. She was calm as usual, but there was something different in the way she spoke this time. She looked weirdly at me, as if she were trying to decode something within me.
"I wanted to update you on today's schedule". She added snapping out of her thoughts and began to open her tablet, but she was watching me warily. "You have a meeting at eleven o'clock, then a photo shoot right after, and Ms. Juliet Lewis has requested to see you in her office after lunch".
But the words she said, although they were helpful, were not what I was thinking about. My mind was occupied with something else. Her gaze attracted me, and she tried to understand what lay behind my facial expressions. I knew she sensed my tension, even if I tried to hide it.
"You seem lost in your thoughts there, you're alright boss?". She asked without thinking twice. But I can't let her think more than that "just daydreaming viola no need to make it a big deal". Trust me I could feel her gaze on me putting a heavy weight, she always had a strong and judging personality.
I couldn't control myself like I usually do. "I'm fine, Viola, maybe I just need a little time to regain my balance." I said in a low voice, trying to sound calmer than I was. I was lying to myself as much as I was lying to her.
Viola didn't need to hear more words. She knew me well, she knew how to interact with the silence that sometimes settled between the words, and how to watch me even in my silence. She looked at me with eyes full of worry and caution, as if she feared something inside me might collapse at any moment.
"Larry", she finally said, her voice sounding more serious than I expected. "You know that I can't see you in this state and leave you alone. Not everything can be normal, especially if you feel it inside you". And without any thinking she said that. "I think it's time for you to see a doctor".
Her words were like a weight descending on my chest. I had never considered this option before. The treatment? The doctor? I always tried to make myself strong enough to handle everything on my own, but at that moment, I felt like I had lost control. Her words were true, of course, but I wasn't ready to admit it.
"But I... I'm not sure if that's necessary. I think I'm just exhausted. The past few months have been extremely stressful; besides I don't think that a doctor could be helpful, I mean I am not physically injured". I said with a tone of doubt, and I was looking for an escape. I felt as if this solution would mean admitting to a weakness I didn't want to confront.
Viola smiled gently, as if she knew exactly how I felt. "I completely understand, Larry," she said calmly. "But don't forget that the mind needs rest just as the body does. I believe that visiting the doctor might help you understand what is happening. If you're ready, it will often help you more than you imagine".
I paused for a moment, thinking about her words. Talking to Viola always brought a sense of comfort, no matter how simple the words were. Maybe she was right. Maybe I should have allowed myself to get help, even if it meant admitting something that initially seemed weak to me.
"Maybe... maybe you're right, Viola." I finally said, feeling an urgent desire to relieve myself of this burden that had been weighing on me for a long time. "Thank you for your insistence I will consider visiting the doctor".
Viola smiled with a serene and reassuring smile, then said in a warm tone: "Always here for you, Larry. Remember that I am always with you, and that you are not alone".
After a moment of suffocating silence, I quietly raised my eyes to Viola. My mind was still shrouded in a cloud of tension and confusion, but I decided to reluctantly accept it. I gathered my courage and said in a low voice but filled with determination: "Alright, Viola, please... Schedule me an appointment with the best doctor in town but make sure no one knows about this. It's kind of embarrassing." I didn't want to waste my time, but I felt an urgent need to know what was going on. The strange thing is that the idea of seeing a doctor was far from my familiar world; it seemed like something beyond my control. "Just... Someone who can know what's happening to me." I was trying to appear confident, but deep down, I felt a wave of doubt and fear.
Viola smiled, that calm smile that reassured everyone around her. She knew the impact her presence had on me, and with a gentle smile and a slight nod, she said, "I will take care of everything, Mr. Larry. I want you to relax and let me handle the details". Without another word, she turned on her steady heels and left the room quietly, leaving me to confront my conflicting thoughts.
And again, I sat down in my chair and let my body relax, but my mind was burdened with questions that had no answers. Now don't get me wrong, calling me over dramatic just because of a doctor visit. While for others it was normal, for me it was weird. Going to a person you don't know, taking forever to check your illness and in the end, he gives you a lot of useless medicine that are going to make you suffer more. It didn't make any sense for me. My orderly eyes turned towards the wide window, where the city's broad streets stretched out like an intricate web of lights and life. This city that I knew well, this place where I was one of its pillars, but suddenly I felt like a stranger in Its midst.
My childhood memories passed through my mind like delicate threads of forgetfulness; my mother was always there, with her affection and gentle care. She took care of my health with all her tenderness, and when I felt the slightest discomfort, she was the one who hurried towards me with concern. But now, I am facing a strange condition I have never experienced before: the rapid heartbeat, the cold sweat soaking my forehead, and the suffocating pressure on my chest that won't subside.
And while I gazed at the lights outside, I felt a pang of fear deep within my soul. I was unable to deny it. Perhaps it would be better to heed my feelings and go to the doctor, for this sensation cannot be ignored, not for someone in my position, someone who heads one of the largest investment firms in the city. I breathed slowly, trying to dispel the fear within me, as if telling myself: "Maybe I'm just unwell... Maybe it wouldn't hurt to check".
I suddenly stopped and walked quietly towards the window, looking at the bustling world below. Cars flowed through the intersecting roads, and the streets were illuminated with a warm, dim light, creating a scene that looked like a painting. Everything was perfectly in place, an apparently ideal world, but I felt as if something was missing, as if life itself was lacking something essential.
I began to wander around my spacious office, lost in the depths of my thoughts, then finally decided to leave the room, heading towards the long hallway that connects the different departments of the company. The building was massive, an elegant glass structure, showcasing a modern and contemporary character. Tall glass walls shimmer under its lights, reflecting success and strength.
It was not just an office; it was a symbol of power and fame, a building bustling with movement and life. And as I walked through the hallway, greetings were offered to me by my employees, who were scattered like ants in their own cubicles. "Good morning, Mr. Larry," some say with a radiant smile. Others settle for a quick nod before returning to their work with seriousness. Everyone here knew who I was, and they respected me for my intelligence and exceptional leadership.
At that moment, I felt like a stranger in this place, a man carrying within him a tension that disrupted his usual calm. Today, I was not the reassuring leader, but a man lost within his own body, searching for an explanation for what I felt.
I began to notice details I had never paid attention to before: the hurried steps of the employees, the overlapping sounds of urgent conversations, the repeated ringing of phones, and everything seemed to pulse under pressure. I could see that the company was running like a massive machine, with everyone playing their part to keep this giant entity moving. But today, I couldn't feel like I was part of this machine as I always had.
When I reached the elevator, I stood watching my reflection on the shiny metal walls.My eyes held a glimmer of tension that I tried to hide behind my usual calm face. I pressed the elevator button and sank into deep silence as I waited for the doors to open.
As the doors closed, I found myself trapped by my mirror, as if my reflection were asking me questions, I had no answers to. My face looked a bit pale, and my deep eyes carried a shadow of confusion I had never known before. I was not accustomed to these feelings; I was the man known for my calmness and composure. But now, in front of my reflection, I saw the image of a worried man, lost in the depths of his thoughts.
The elevator moved slowly, passing each floor one by one. I could hear the sound of people moving in the corridors outside the elevator; whispers mixed with greetings, passing comments about upcoming projects, and faint laughter. This was part of my usual day, but today I felt distant from it all, as if I were watching the scene through glass, without any real impact or interaction.
Upon reaching the ground floor, I hesitated for a moment before stepping out of the elevator. I felt like I was in a dream, and everything around me had become blurry. I slowly walked towards the large glass doors leading outside, and the doors opened automatically as if clearing the way for me to another world, a world where I might find some answers.
The city before me, with its lights and sounds, was familiar yet strange at the same time. The streets are teeming with cars rushing in a continuous rhythm, and pedestrians move in every direction as if they are part of a moving painting. I looked at the people around me, each engrossed in the details of their lives, busy with their thoughts and dreams, while I was in a state of isolation within my mind.
Taking a few steps on the sidewalk, trying to inhale the fresh air that filled the place, feeling that breathing did not lighten my internal burden. At that moment, I felt something I had never felt before; a sense of helplessness. All my success, strength, and status could no longer provide me with the comfort I was used to.
I started walking aimlessly along the sidewalk, passing by cafes, shops, and tall buildings. The faces of the people around me looked unfamiliar, even though I knew some of them. I had passed through here countless times, but now it felt like being in a strange place.
After entering the doctor's office, I was greeted by the sharp scent of disinfectants mixed with the fragrance of fresh flowers, strategically placed to add a touch of comfort. The clean white walls reflected the bright lights, making the space appear even more sterile. A row of chairs was lined up on one side of the room, most of them empty except for a single magazine left on one of the seats.
I approached the reception desk, my heart racing, unlike my confident steps. The receptionist looked at me with a warm smile, lifting her eyes from the computer screen. "Good morning!" The name and the appointment time, please.
"Oh, Larry Obine". I replied steadily despite the turmoil within me. "I just need to talk to the doctor, it's nothing serious."
The receptionist nodded and began typing my name into the system. "Okay, the doctor will see you soon so please have a seat until he comes".
I couldn't do anything but smile gently, grateful that she didn't ask more questions. I chose a chair near the corner, and a faint sound came from the leather as I sat down, my eyes began to wander over the medical posters and the meticulously organized shelves. Each tick of the clock on the wall seemed to heighten my tension.
I shifted in my seat, the anxiety increasing with each passing moment. When the nurse called my name, I stood up and adjusted my shirt as if erasing any remnants of doubt.
The doctor's office was a blend of modern efficiency and a touch of familiarity. The preserved plants added a touch of greenery to the clean white walls, while the certificates in their shiny frames indicated the doctor's expertise. Mine's attention was drawn to a collection of old medical instruments on a shelf, a reminder of how far medicine has come.
Dr. Howard, a tall man with a kind smile, greeted me with a firm handshake. "What brings you here today, Mr. Obine?".
I sat in the chair opposite the doctor's desk, a chill creeping up my back. "Well, maybe it's not important, but I've been feeling a bit tired lately. A mix of emotions, my head feels hot, and I'm sweating more than usual," I explained nonchalantly.
Dr. Howard listened attentively, and his gaze was reassuring. "Let's take a look and see what we can discover. It's good that you came, I am the best doctor in the whole city".
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and tension wash over my face as the doctor began his examination. I was still not sure of this decision I made, but if this is going to make the weird feelings go away, I will gladly do anything.
And then I closed my eyes and let Dr.Howard do his job. I felt the cold stethoscope pressing against my chest, and my body shivered despite the warmth that had filled me for days. He checked my pulse, pressed his fingers on my wrist, and I heard him mumble something under his breath — perhaps it was some routine medical jargon. But the longer he continued his work, the more I felt my mind drifting away, lost in my thoughts.
I started thinking about the strangeness that haunts me, how everything seems excessively perfect lately, as if my life is pre-planned and I don't know the details.
Dr. Howard said, "The heart rate is normal", he brought me back to reality. I nodded slightly, but my mind was racing with thoughts. Can he see that something is not right? Can he see the strange thoughts swirling in my mind? He didn't say anything else, just finished his work, then stepped back and took off his gloves, looking at me with an intense and focused gaze, as if he were thinking about something.
For a few seconds, we just sat there, the room filled with thick silence. Then suddenly, he broke the silence with a loud voice, shouting "Vacation!", In a loud voice that almost made me jump out of my seat.
"Huh? what are you talking about?" I mumbled, trying to comprehend this unexpected word.
He smiled and leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with strange wisdom. He said, "Larry, what I'm saying is that the mind and body sometimes scream for rest. And it seems that your body has been screaming for a while. Maybe these strange thoughts, this heat... maybe they are signs that you need to stop for a bit. Have you thought about this before? you are a busy man after all"
I repeated, "Vacation?" In a faint voice. "W-what? Do you really think so?" I muttered, caught between disbelief and... something else I couldn't name. I looked at him, trying to grasp the idea.
"So, you're saying that because I have been working hard for too long, maybe — just maybe — I would need a break?' Go gather with the people I love and trust and take a little break?" I said in a half-serious, half-joking tone, filled with hope.
Dr. Howard laughed and leaned back in his chair. "Exactly, Larry. Sometimes distance gives us the clarity we can't find when we're stuck in the routine of life". His tone was calmer now, as if he were truly serious, which surprised me even more. I came here looking for answers, maybe solutions, but he was telling me to stay away from everything.
I left the doctor's office, and the door closed quietly behind me, as if the conversation was still echoing in the air, the word vacation kept echoing in my mind.
The doctor said it as if it were the solution to everything. Maybe he was right. I mean, I had been working non-stop for months, but there was something about the idea that I didn't like.
I looked up and saw my reflection clearly in a nearby store window. I didn't look like myself. Or maybe I was, but there was this fatigue, something broken in my face that I couldn't pinpoint.
"Vacation?" I thought to myself. 'Maybe I really need one. I'll think about it later".
Yes, later. I always told myself that. Later is the perfect time for all the things I didn't want to face now.
I tightened my coat around my body, and the cold rain hit my face, washing me as it washed everything else. It was the same every day—I just walked, though. Alone. I didn't care about it, but today... was different. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, something I hadn't realized yet.
The rain kept falling. Its rhythms seemed to be trying to tell me something.
"Wait a moment, this...". At first, I felt that the strange sensation that had been following me had finally disappeared, but it was quickly replaced by an even stranger feeling. I felt as if invisible eyes were watching me closely. The weight of a gaze was following me, as if I were not alone here.
I tried to convince myself that they were just illusions, perhaps exhaustion, or hallucinations caused by the darkness, but with every step I took, my feeling of something silently pursuing me intensified. The air around me was heavy with something I couldn't understand, as if the streets themselves carried a mysterious secret that cast its shadow over me.
I quickened my pace, but the feeling didn't fade; it intensified. It was as if a shadow was walking behind me, accompanying me. I looked around, expecting to see someone, but all that was in front of me were the quiet shadows. However, I was sure that I was not alone. When I turned into a narrow corner, I caught a glimpse of something moving in the dark, a fleeting glimpse of a figure standing there, watching me.
I stopped in my place, stunned for a moment, I looked at the figure, it was something I couldn't make out. Dark was the only word I could use to describe it with, but I didn't care anymore, I can't run forever, something feels weird. When I started walking faster. The figure followed suit and when I stopped it stopped as well like it's copying me, or it's telling me something I don't know. I ran again but this time to their directions, I had the urge to follow it, to just face what I was scared of seconds ago.
I continued running, my heart almost jumping out of my chest. I stretched out my hand in despair to grab him, feeling the cold metal between my fingers. I grasped something small, perhaps a chain, but when I lifted my eyes, the shape vanished into the shadows again, leaving me standing during silence.
I looked at the thing I was holding between my fingers. It was an old, worn-out necklace, with an engraved symbol that seemed eerily familiar. I felt as if I had found a piece of a puzzle much larger than I could comprehend.
And although I tried to calm my breath, the feeling of being watched did not leave me. As if something was there, waiting for the right moment to return. I put the necklace in my pocket and realized that tonight was just the beginning of events I couldn't predict.
Finally, I arrived home... The vast palace that I call home. I approached the grand gates that opened slowly as I drew near. Green gardens stretch around me, meticulously trimmed, and ancient tall trees line the sides, casting their calm shadows in the evening. The place gives me a sense of comfort after this long day.
At the entrance, I saw my bodyguards waiting for me. They seem worried, but when they see me, I notice relief on their faces.
"Sir, we were worried, you didn't tell us you would be late," one of them says, bowing his head.
I nodded reassuringly and gave them a simple smile before heading inside. The house, as always, welcomes me with its high ceiling, grand corridors, and intricate decorations that fill every corner. The soft light envelops the place, and the walls themselves give a strange sense of comfort... As if they are sharing with me the family's memories.
As soon as I entered, my mother was there, waiting for me. Small in stature, with a youthful face that doesn't show her age. Her eyes light up when she sees me. She approaches me and hugs me gently, her voice soft and full of warmth.
"I was worried about you, my dear", she says, hugging me gently. I realize she knows where I was, maybe she heard it from Viola, but she keeps it to herself. I can feel that she just wants to make sure I'm okay.
"I prepared dinner, come have dinner with me," she invited me kindly. I smile at her and agree. She is my mother, and I can't refuse her invitation.
We entered the dining room, where the servants greeted me warmly. One of them helped me take off my coat and led me to the table. Everything is arranged meticulously, and the dishes are distributed with care... The signs of wealth surround me: the guards, the servants, everyone stands ready to fulfill any request.
I sat next to her, and we started talking. She was looking at me with eyes full of pride. "How are things? I heard about your work at the museum, especially your latest invention. You know your mother is so proud of you, Larry". she says to me in a warm tone. I can feel her genuine happiness for my success.
I feel a warmth creeping into my heart. "Yes, it was a big project for me. I feel happy because it's going well. I just want to improve things a little, you know".
She smiles an encouraging smile, and a gentle sparkle appears in her eyes. "I always said this, and now, look at you.You have completely achieved what you dreamed of, and the most important thing for me is to see you happy".
We laugh and exchange a few moments of quiet conversation. I feel that this time between her and me is filled with love and understanding.
After dinner, I headed to my room, where one of the maids had prepared a hot bath for me as I requested. Soft music plays, candles flicker around me, and the scent of lavender fills the air. The place is perfect for relaxing after this long day. Lavender always gave me a sense of happiness and warmth in my mind, I still don't know why.
I submerged my body in the warm water, my breaths began to calm, and my mind started to slip into tranquility… Suddenly the phone rang, shattering this peace.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, towel around my shoulders, I picked up my phone that was ringing non-stop. Only one person calls like this. I looked at the screen with a smile. It's Jason.
I picked up the phone, and before I could say a word, his voice filled the line with obvious enthusiasm. "Larry! My friend, it's been a long time! I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!"
I laughed, leaning against the table. "Hey man, it hasn't been that long…just like three months"
Jason sighed theatrically "You don't understand! I need my companion! It's been a long time since we last spent time together".
I felt a pang of guilt, knowing he was right. Life has become very busy lately, work never ends, and the routine consumes me. But the doctor told me that it's better for me to take a break. Maybe Jason was right.
"I don't know Jason, I have work tomorrow, and I should go to bed early".
"Ah, stop saying that!" He interrupted me, laughing. "It's just one night. What will happen if the great Larry misses work for one day? You are the boss, right? And then, we rarely do this. Take a break!"
I stared at the phone, smiling as I thought about it. Jason always knew how to convince me, no matter the situation. He knows me better than anyone else – sometimes, even better than I know myself.
"Are you still here, my friend?" Jason's voice interrupted me. "Even if you hide from me I will come and get you, I know where you live". He said in a teasing voice, trying to sound funny.
"Yes, yes, I'm here and don't worry I am not going anywhere." I laughed. "Okay, you won, you know how to convince me. I'll come, but not for long, agreed?"
Jason laughed as if celebrating a small victory. "That's my man! But listen, wear something elegant, look handsome, as you always do – charming and stunning".
I stopped, raising an eyebrow. "Why do I need to wear something elegant? It's not like we are going on a date? "I stopped for a moment, "right?"
"Just trust me, okay?" Jason said, and I could almost picture his smile on the other end. "And now, hurry before I change my mind!"
I laughed and shook my head. This is Jason – always leaning towards the mysterious and always pulling me out of my comfort zone. But isn't that the role of close friends? Even though I didn't know exactly what he had written, I couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement. It's been a long time since I got to hang out with my friends.
After I hung up the phone, I couldn't stop thinking, what could Jason be planning? I got up and took my time getting ready, wore something nice, and styled my hair. While I was looking at myself in the mirror, I took a moment to really reflect – my hands, my face, everything. I felt proud as I saw how far I had come.
I picked up my car keys, ready for any adventure that awaited me, and quickly said goodbye to my mom. "Goodbye, Mom! You won't believe it – I'm finally going out with Jason!" I felt the excitement as I closed the door behind me, got into the car, and let the engine roar to life.
And as I started driving, I let the car take me, the road stretching out before me like a blank canvas. My thoughts were wandering in every direction, but all I could do was follow the address Jason had given me and let the journey unfold.
I didn't know exactly what Jason had planned, but something in his voice piqued my curiosity. He said it was just a gathering among friends, and I trusted him enough to go with him, even though it seemed a bit mysterious. When I sat behind the wheel of my car, I felt at ease, especially with the roar of the engine in the stillness of the night. The dim lights along the road guided me, illuminated as if they were whispering their secrets to me.
I parked the car at the park located on the outskirts of the city. The trees cast their long shadows on the paths, giving the place an air of secrecy and mystery. From afar, I saw Jason leaning against the lamppost, smiling with a sly grin as if he were hiding something from me.
I got out of the car and approached him, wondering about the reason for this nighttime meeting. He gestured with his hand for me to follow, and soon we found ourselves walking along a winding path between the trees. The sound of the leaves dancing with the breeze, and the sound of the night insects filling the silence between us. I was trying to read the expressions on his face, but he just shrugged his shoulders as if it weren't worth the attention.
And finally, we reached an open space, where I began to hear faint laughter and scattered conversations. As I took a step forward, I was greeted by a sudden noise and dazzling lights, along with the sounds of cheers around me. Friends,and familiar faces, all gathered for me. I raised my head to see a sign hanging between two trees that read: "Congratulations, Larry, on the opening of the museum!"
Jason patted me on the shoulder with a proud smile and said, "Surprise, my friend! We wanted to make this night unforgettable. Here is this celebration in honor of you, your museum, and all that you have created".
And while I was feeling astonished and happy with all these people around me, suddenly Juliet appeared from among the crowd. She looked incredibly beautiful; her eyes were the color of honey, and her red hair fell gracefully. She was neither short nor tall, but just right, and yet, she was stunning and enchanting. Without a word, she approached me and hugged me tightly.
I felt her warm touch, and she whispered to me softly, "I missed you so much, it's been a long time since we last met darling. "I couldn't do anything but hug her tightly, feeling her presence close to me. She was my true love, the love I could never live without. I felt as if time had stopped, and we remained embraced for a full two minutes, drawing indescribable happiness from her presence. "I am sorry honey, work has been a huge part of my life, and I can't let it go". I was hoping for her to understand my feelings and she nodded slowly and smiled. "It's alright Larry, I understand, and I'll always support you. How about we sit for a cup of juice? There is so much stuff I want to talk with you about". She was really excited, I can't blame her, it's been a long time since we were together.
We sat behind a campfire enjoying the feeling of warmth. "It's really been a long time dear, you have always been busy, especially since you opened your own museum now. You didn't even come this morning to have lunch with me; I thought I told viola to convince you". "Yeah, sorry about that Julie I. Was really busy at that time". I said while my eyes darted away, and a nervous smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I spend the next half hour listening to her talking about her life, since she was a model she couldn't stop complaining how the food tasted whenever she got invited to a party, or how her dogs keep getting dirty, or even her getting sick on a photo shoots days, i listened carefully, nodding or smiling. She was beautiful, smart and elegant. The way talks or moved made her special to me. I am really a lucky guy.
After a moment, I looked around to find everyone watching us with broad smiles. I smiled and said loudly, "Thank you all so much for this. It's been an honor to have people like you guys in my life". Happiness enveloped me from all sides, and I felt deep gratitude for everyone who participated in this celebration.
I was indescribably happy, everything was perfect, I already forgot about the time and all my responsibilities. I felt like I was in a home I never had. But after a few minutes, things started to take a different turn. People started gathering around me, asking about my inventions, about the smallest details. They seemed eager to know everything, and although I appreciate their interest and enthusiasm, I felt something strange growing inside me.
They would ask me wherever they went, as if I couldn't escape. At first, I thought it was nice that they had put in a lot of effort for me. But when they started asking personal questions repeatedly, I felt uncomfortable. Something inside me started to bother me, as if I had contracted a strange illness. It's that feeling again it came back, I didn't know how to deal with it anymore.
For a long time, I've been trying to meet their demands, answering their questions and smiling, but I've started to lose my patience. Even sitting with my friends is no longer enjoyable because of all this excessive attention. And in a moment, I found myself looking for an excuse to distance myself, to escape. What's wrong with me? People made this celebration for me, and I... I just feel...
With strangeness, and I don't want anyone to see me, not now.
Juliet walked to me looking worried "Larry what's wrong, are you alright you seem dizzy". The only person I didn't want to see right now came, she was worried I could feel that. I didn't want her to see me as weak, scared. I knew I had to find an excuse for me to leave at least away from everyone until I felt better. "Don't worry Julie I am just a little tired it's been a long day for me with all the new stuff, you know work stuff ".I really hoped she would believe me, even a 5 years old kid won't believe that "oh you poor thing i understand maybe we can talk to everyone that we should be alone until you feel better"
It took me 10 min to convince her to go. She agreed to cover me until I am back at least until I feel better to face them again.I started walking slowly away from the crowd, alone amidst the comforting darkness of the garden. My steps were light, as if I were trying not to leave a trace. The cold night air gently touched my face, as if I were finally breathing freely. Everything around me was calm, completely different from the noise of the celebration.
A strange feeling overtook me as I walked alone, a feeling of peace, but it also carried some confusion. Is this really what I want? To be away from the people who care about me? I didn't quite understand why all this attention bothered me. But I realized that I needed this moment, this solitude.
And while I was walking under the shade of the trees, I felt like I was returning to myself, away from all the expectations and questions. These few moments, alone, give me a chance to think, to wonder... Can I really be the person everyone expects?
I continued my walk without stopping. I didn't want to turn back; I didn't want to show my weakness in front of the people who love me. I have become helpless.
I continued to go deeper at the park as my thoughts swirled in my mind, and I couldn't help but sit under a big tree, looking up at the sky. The stars were shining, and the moon looked at me as if it were smiling, giving me a sense of calm amidst this internal storm. I was experiencing a moment of calm, even though my mind was boiling. My heart was racing, as if it were about to explode.
Suddenly, I heard a faint sound, very distant, quietly creeping into my ear. A strange voice, gradually approaching, as if it were stepping towards me with the lightness of night. I tried to discern its features, but his heavy cloak covered his face, as if it were hiding a secret or fleeing from something unknown.
I turned my head towards it, hesitantly, and asked in a low voice "Who are you?". The question seemed heavy amidst the stillness of the night. I couldn't believe that anyone could be here at such a late hour. But it was sitting in front of me, in deep silence, as if its presence was an extension of this darkness. It laughed gently, it's a female voice, soft calm one.
I felt a strange mix of curiosity and fear. Nevertheless, I tried to compose myself, while she was looking at me. At least that's what I think she was doing; it's kind of hard for me to see her expressions when she is hiding her face. But for sure she is a girl.
"Did you mind when I sat here?". She said in a soft calm voice, I was confused by the way she asked the question. Asking me how I feel after doing something right away. I was too smart to let a stranger sit next to me, but the feeling this girl was giving me was confronting, an unexpected vibe.
"To be honest I did mind, but for some reason you're not bothering me". The words came out of my mouth without me realizing. I felt too comfortable to even lie. The girl's gaze was weird but I don't know why she looked like she had gone through some horrible problems that I suddenly wanted to know. "Is something wrong, you look scared or something? it's dangerous for a girl especially alone to be here". She sat down in front of me; her gaze still fixed on me. She was studying me, as if she were trying to read every corner of my personality.
And after a moment of silence "I am fine don't worry". She said "just new around this city. It's been an overwhelming experience since I hate crowded places. It gives me the creeps".
"Wait, you hate crowded places?". Why did I even ask that, I thought for a moment. I was amazed at how she had the courage to say something embarrassing in front of me. "Aren't you embarrassed of being weak to face all of them, answering all the questions, forced to smile and being perfect in their eyes, scared that you mind making a mistake while with them, or even saying something wrong".
"So, you just chose to hide from the world because you're scared, you'd make a mistake". She posed for a moment looking at the sky with the big full moon watching us from afar. "And no, it's not about how people would look or think of me, it's just.".
"Can I ask you a question". She said in an intimidating tone, trying to change the subject " I wanted to ask that from the beginning but what's your name and why are you here in the middle of the night at this creepy forest"
I was astonished. I didn't want to be rude and ask her this question. I wondered to myself, "Don't you know me?". That was strange, she was the first person to ask me that. I Thought i was popular enough to let everyone know me in this city, but once again she is new around here. I finally answered. "My name is Larry, Larry Obine". I swear I was able to see a spark coming from her eyes. I felt her presence had changed for a second, but her voice was no match. "Oh, I heard about you Larry, a legend I see". She giggled and I don't know if she was mocking or complimenting me.
She smiled a barely noticeable smile and said, " Nice to meet you, Larry". Then she fell silent again, leaving my question hanging in the air. I gathered my courage and asked. "So, what's your name?". I had to know, talking to a stranger like this is like walking in the dark without a light at the end of the line.
But she suddenly interrupted my thoughts, and the tone of concern in her voice was a little bit serious. "Larry, are you alright?"
I ignored her question, trying to focus. "Of course, I'm fine, but what's more important now is to know who you are". I tried to take control of the conversation, but she interrupted me again with the same question: "Are you really, okay?"
She was insistent, as if she knew something I didn't. And yet, I couldn't stop wondering. "Who are you? And why do you care so much?".
I can no longer bear it. The same question, simple yet urgent, repeats itself like an echo I can't get rid of. "Are you okay?" She asked again, in a calm voice but with insistence, as if she already knew the answer and was just waiting for me to admit it.
I sighed deeply and felt that I could no longer resist. "No, I'm not okay," I said in a shaky voice. The words came out of me quickly as if they had been waiting for a chance to escape. "I am the youngest inventor this world has ever seen, I am known for my intelligence, smartness, charm and more. People died to be like me, I was always in their eyes. I still don't understand myself; I have everything I need, a job I am proud of, a family I am happy with, friends I am counting on and a reputation that I am grateful to have. I never knew why my life was so easy compared to others, a life with happy faces around and a peaceful way to succeed. Trust me I am not complaining or anything, but my problem is not that. I always felt my head hurting, as if my mind was burdened. I felt hot, sweaty, and as if I couldn't breathe. I avoided people because being around them makes me feel uncomfortable".
I looked at her, expecting her to downplay what I felt like everyone else does, but she kept looking at me with her steady eyes, as if she were trying to understand the deepest part of me.
"I have a bright future ahead of me," I continued, my voice trembling. "Or so everyone says. But I can't be like this; a weak pathetic person if I want to succeed. What if I disappointed them? What if I disappointed myself? I don't know why I've been feeling this strange way to act around them, the way their eyes look at me, judging me the way I talk, walk, or even breathe sometimes. I don't mind how everyone is caring about me. I appreciate being honest, but I just don't want to be a weak, disappointing person in front of them, and I hope that I can be more honest with myself". At that moment I could feel the weight that has been pulling me down, it was gone. I can breathe normally again, I don't know what just happened. I just said what i felt, what i thought of, i didn't prepare anything or wear nice clothes to make her listen. She was sitting behind me not doing anything, not writing some notes not interrupting me, she just looked at me listening and waiting
Then she laughed. It wasn't a sarcastic laugh; it was soft and warm, as if she had heard a hidden joke that no one else understood.
"Is that all?" She said, her eyes sparkling with a small smile. "Are you afraid of disappointing people? Not being as they expect?".
I stared at her, unable to respond. Is she trying to mock me? "of course, I have to be afraid they all have their hopes on me, they trust and believe in me ...I need to be enough for them I have to be perfect to satisfy them". I looked away feeling weird, it's the first time I ever got to speak like that, I never used to talk so freely before. Now I say what I want.
She looked at me for a second before she started laughing and her tone became softer. "Larry, listen to me.That's a lot, yes. But it's not as strange or hopeless as you think. You are human, aren't you? To feel fear, anxiety, or that you're not enough... This is part of our lives."
She paused for a moment, as if giving me time to grasp her words.
"You don't see it, but you're a good person," she continued, leaning slightly towards me. "You care too much, and that's why this feeling consumes you. You don't need to prove anything or impress anyone to be valuable. People love you for who you are, not for what you can do. Just be yourself. That's all they want from you".
I felt that her words struck something deep within me, but at the same time, they made me feel comfortable. No one has ever spoken to me like that before.
After a moment, I asked her hesitantly, "Who are you? And how did you manage to understand me like this?"
She smiled a gentle smile and said, "I'm Jess, just Jessica Petro. And I was really pleased to meet you, Larry Obine". She removed her coat, the girl I was talking to feeling comfortable with was none other than a normal human. She was a beautiful girl with striking red hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders, her green eyes bright and expensive with sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks giving her a youthful charm.
I sat there for a moment admiring her beauty, with a soft voice and kind words, even though I couldn't explain how I felt. "Thank you, Jess. I really appreciate it".
We looked at the moon together, and I felt the comfort I always searched for. It was nice to find space to breathe, to realize that it's okay to feel fear or anxiety, because everyone goes through such feelings.
She stood quietly, and left, leaving me alone. I tried to call her, but I couldn't. It didn't feel right. I knew I would meet her again very very soon, until then I had only her name echoing in my mind.
I whispered to myself, "Jessica Petro…Interesting".