I want to Break Free

The man walked over to Liam and gave him a big hug. "You've grown so much, I can hardly recognize you!" he said, smiling.

Liam grinned back and said, "Yeah, I guess I have." That's when I realized this must be Liam's uncle.

We all sat down on these old, squeaky chairs, and Liam began telling his uncle the whole story—about me, my weird dreams, and how I couldn't stop thinking about Amour. His uncle listened carefully and then smiled at me. "Well, thank you for bringing this interesting case, Liam. I'm excited to help your friend here. But for now, go say hello to your aunt; she's been looking forward to seeing you."

Liam stood up, patted me on the back, and said, "Good luck, Allan, you'll be fine!" Then he left the room, leaving me with his uncle.

I felt a bit nervous, sitting alone with this serious-looking man, but I also knew that I needed help.

I was really, really nervous. The more he stared at me, the more scared I got. My hands were sweaty, and I couldn't stop fidgeting in my chair. Every second felt longer, and my heart was pounding like crazy. Then, out of nowhere, Liam's uncle pulled out this huge syringe. My eyes widened, and before he could even say a word, I jumped up and shouted, "Please! Don't do that!"

I could feel the panic rising in my chest, and all I could think was how badly I wanted to get out of there.

"Don't get scared; I'm just maintaining my stuff, not for you," Liam's uncle said, trying to calm me down.

"Okay," I replied, taking a deep breath.

"Let's start. How are you feeling today?" he asked.

"I feel... kind of lost, honestly. Everything is a mess," I said, rubbing my neck nervously.

"What do you mean by 'a mess'?" he probed.

"I keep seeing this girl, Amour. I don't know if she's real or just in my head," I admitted.

"Interesting. When did you first start seeing her?" he continued.

"Um, it started a few weeks ago. I thought it was just a dream at first," I explained.

"And how do you feel when you see her?" he asked.

"It feels magical and confusing at the same time. I really like her," I said, looking down at my feet.

"Have you talked to anyone else about this?" he inquired.

"Not really. Liam knows a little, but he thinks I'm just imagining things," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Do you often feel lonely?" he asked.

"Yeah, sometimes. I feel like no one really understands me," I admitted.

"Do you have any hobbies or interests that help you feel better?" he asked.

"I like to write, but lately, it's been hard to focus," I replied.

"What about your sleep? Are you sleeping well?" he questioned.

"Not really. I keep dreaming about her, and it messes with my head," I confessed.

"Have you noticed any changes in your mood?" he asked.

"Yeah, I get really angry sometimes, especially when I think about the Scottish guy on the bus," I said, recalling the argument.

"Do you have any support from friends or family?" he continued.

"I have Liam, but he's more like a goofy brother. I feel like I need more," I said, feeling a bit vulnerable.

"Okay, that's a good start. Would you be open to trying some techniques to help manage your feelings?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Anything to help me figure this out," I replied, feeling a little more hopeful.

"Great! We'll work together on this," he said with a smile.

I had been facing his constant questions for what felt like 15 minutes, and he was jotting down notes with every point I made. Honestly, I couldn't express how good Liam's uncle was at his job. He seemed to know exactly how to make me feel comfortable while still digging deep into my thoughts.

After a while, he leaned back in his chair and said, "You know, I think it would be beneficial for you to take a break from your work for at least two days."

"Two days?" I echoed, feeling a mix of relief and panic. "What will I tell my boss?"

He smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about your job. We'll handle that. We'll tell them it's an order from the mental hospital. They'll understand."

"Really? You think that will work?" I asked, still a bit uncertain.

"Absolutely. Your health comes first. Plus, I'm happy to have you stay at my house. Liam will be there too, and I think a little change of scenery will do you good," he said, writing something down again.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The thought of staying at his house sounded nice, but I was still worried about how my boss would react. "What if they don't believe it?"

"Trust me, they'll believe it," he assured me. "I have a few connections that can help make sure everything is sorted out. Right now, focus on yourself."

I nodded, feeling grateful for his support. "Okay, that makes sense. I just hope I don't get into too much trouble."

"You won't. Just take it one step at a time," he said, giving me a kind smile.

With that, I felt a little more at ease. Maybe taking this break was exactly what I needed to sort through my feelings and figure things out with Amour.

SO LETS ENJOY, A LITTLE BREAK