Don't duck

- That aside, I ....

- You just dodged it!

- Not really, it's in front of your eyes. Just open'em.

- You're confusing me…!

Rolling her eyes behind the back of her head, Jay closed them with an unknown ease as she leaned her back against the soft furry head rest of the sofa.

Ace had still his sight tied on her, not wanting to waste or miss a single second of his favorite living portrait. Jay let out a looking down upon sigh.

"Also, you're years too early to think you can read me".

- Reluctant, are we?

- Stating a fact.

............….

I have always despised counsellors!

I had developed a bitterness towards them since when Arthur had once forced me to undergo sessions for what he thinks I express 'unnatural behavior'.

I find them more pitiful than I ever can be.

Basically, they hold a fucking licensed position just to break through other's mind, making them believe in vain that only they hold the capability to understand and help them. Even if one is reluctant to receive such bullshit! They would never know, if they have treated people like us and claimed to have cured the victims ...it would be a complete lie!

Because none of us would get fully treated, coz we don't want to. It's not the medication for us.

Every nonsense that leave their mouth

'Tell us, we can help you'

'Think of us as your friend'

'We know you are suffering'

All fucking lies! Bullshit!

Whatever they claim, are motherfucking lies and nothing more.

They are just pointless of the incoming. And the kind of people the world creates sometime.

They think they are too skilled to crack an unbreakable shell. It a complete illusion. And they just accelerate and worsen it.

Therefore, I can't tolerate whenever whoever claim themselves high enough to be worthy of someone's secret. When they think that they're the only ones capable of reading people like us. For me, the position of 'Counsellor' itself is a degrading identity.

Up to some point, I had the same misconception regarding the one sitting before me. The same flash of experience had crossed me when he said those very same words again.

But this time, I could tell it was different.

Ace is nothing like those useless bitches, nothing at all.

I guess the meeting of the static and the one from whom it is coming ...depends the effect. I had hesitated at that.

I keep telling myself that he's still a cover and a need, but those genuine of smile and eyes, occasionally giving me concerned warm looks proves me hell.

After all this time, even if I have started getting used to him I still my doubts alive about him. Now I think it's high time to debate if he is actually wearing a mask.

For this long, with no efforts of maintenance and no signs of change even for a second?

Hard to ingest!

Sharp glare being of my presentable trait, not once I have observed him shedding his skin. Unless ...…...it had never been there from the first!

"Its not, unless proved", he spoke, his eyes not leaving mine.

"Go on, try me", I challenge, facing him with a confident gaze. Strange words describe me whenever I'm in his company.

Ace raised a brow and sharply accepted the silent glare. The corner of his lips lifted a little and instantly turned poker.

A minute ticked by.

A lost smile appeared on Ace's face as he chuckled and pulled away his strong gaze from me. He jerked his head low avoiding meeting mine. Of course, I didn't even have to play my efforts in keeping my straight face on. Years of mastered art!

"Giving up?", I almost gave an obviosity. My mind concealed from him this time. Maybe he can just see through me else where when my guard is totally low.

"No fair", Ace complained shoving his locks back," At least a situation is needed. That's too usual".

"You ain't getting any now", I rest back cozily again," Conclusion, you just bluffed". When did I learn to talk so well?

"Need to create one to prove it to you", Ace said.

I felt lazy as I retort," Too plain for here".

"Always the moments of crisis are not necessary", he replies in a weird whisper. He sure is not the one to give up that quickly.

Unwilling to continue the conversation, which I've been trying to dodge for a while to my irritation and laziness, I just look out of the glass window beside me. I could sense him fixed on me though, it's his favorite pass time. Over the time, I just pretend not noticing how possessive and wary he's grown of me. He's never been any secretive of his feelings.