Is she really Jules?

Early on, when I had Agnosia, I thought I had lost the ability to read people's minds, but after a while, I realized that I could read people's minds with a few focus whenever I wanted to.

Agnosia had only helped me to escape the onslaught of thoughts around me.

When I entered my neighbor's mind, I saw many memories of her. People's minds are like a scary labyrinth. If you get lost in it, you may never be able to get out of it again.

I found the home address of Maggie and her husband, but at the last moment, I saw something in the old woman's mind that surprised me. I saw a familiar and old face in her mind, the face of Jules!

I saw Jules 14 years ago for the first and last time, but I remember her face with all its details. I'm sure the face I saw in the old woman's mind was Jules herself. I really did not have time at that time to stay in her mind more. I was afraid of losing my way and staying there. I quickly pulled myself out of the labyrinth of her mind.

I came back home. What I had seen was occupied my mind; Maggie was sitting on my couch by the window, staring at her mother's face painting. She looked at me and said, "Isn't this painting supposed to have a face?"

I replied in an angry tone, "No! This painting is complete."

- "You mean it's going to end like this? Without any hair, ears, eyes, mouth, or nose?!"

I said to Maggie in a loud, almost like screaming voice, "Can you stop? Do you really not understand?"

- "Aiden! Why are you so angry? Did I make you tired? Why are you shouting?"

Maggie started to cry. I really did not understand that a spirit, why should it be so emotional !?

I lowered my head and said, "Please don't cry ... Maggie .... Maggie .... Maggie .... Maggie .... Please stop. Your crying makes me nervous.

I drew this painting from your mother. I have Agnosia. You were a nurse yourself; you know what this disorder is!"

Maggie's crying stopped. She came to me with a quick movement and said: "Agnosia? I did not hear the name of this disease!"

As I walked to the window of my apartment to close the curtain, I said, "My head hurts badly, the sun is shining more today than ever... !"

The light was bothering me. I did not know how to tell Maggie what Agnosia was. I looked at Maggie and said, "I can not recognize people's faces. Sometimes I can see some faces and sometimes only some parts of the face. Sometimes I can not even see hair. For example, I do not see any of the components of your mother's face; that's why I didn't draw them!"

Maggie sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Aiden. I didn't know that, were you like this from the beginning? Can you see my face now?"

- "No, I've only had this disease for a few years. I can see you, maybe because you're a ghost. It does not matter; I found your husband's address. I had a question, Do you know Jules Black?"

Maggie said to me: "Did you really find him? Thank you, Aiden. Must it have been very hard for you? Jules?! I do not know anyone with this name."

Jules was in Maggie's mother's mind; But Maggie did not know her, so Maggie's mother had met Jules after her daughter's death? Or maybe she had a secret affair with Jules? I should have understood. I wanted to see Jules again.

I had seen the exact address of her house; I asked Maggie: "What should I say to Jonathan in your opinion?"

- "I do not know, Aiden!"

Maggie's face flushed again. I frowned at her and said, "If you cry one more time, I will do nothing for you. People's crying makes me nervous."

Then I went to my room and picked up one of my paintings and came out. I told Maggie, "I will tell him, you ordered this painting for him before you died. Is it okay?"

- "Wow, you're so smart."

The painting was a tangled portrayal of a woman with long black hair. I had never noticed how similar that design looks to Maggie!

Their house was very far from my apartment, in a royal place. I had heard that her husband's financial situation was perfect.

On the way, Maggie told me a lot about what had happened to her in those four months, and she was thrilled.

At 6 PM, we arrived at the address that was in Maggie's mother's mind. I said to her, "This house is yours."

Maggie and Jonathan's house's door was white in the French style; the house's exterior has a design in the most beautiful way possible. The around of their house was full of flowers, plants, and trees. After twice, Jonathan opened the door. I could recognize his face hardly. Seeing him, Maggie shouted, "Jonathan... !"

So I made sure the man was her husband. I prepared myself to enter Jonathan's mind. The fact that I could see his face vaguely was a great chance to read his mind more easily.

I said, "I'm Aiden Atkins. I'm an old friend of Maggie. I've come to deliver this painting that Maggie ordered for you before she died."

I could tell he was upset by hearing his late wife's name. Jonathan shook my hand and invited me into his house.

The interior had a modern and beautiful decor. The primary color of the house was white and gray with silver and pink accessories. The house had a high roof and oversized windows. The house was full of large tropical pots. I knew the names of some of them—Strelitzia plant, Ficus elastica bush, Sensoria plant, etc.

I gave Jonathan the painting covered with wrapping paper and said that your wife had ordered it for you. Jonathan took the painting from me and opened the wrapping paper around it. He turned the painting away with both hands and looked at it carefully.

Jonathan looked at me and said, "Did she order herself for me? Have I seen you before?"

- "I do not know; I drew the painting that she ordered me. I think you have seen me. I am their neighbor."

Jonathan was nervous. He asked me to have coffee with him. I was happy with this invitation. I wanted to enter his mind amid the silence of a coffee.