The Therapist
Jasmine felt needy in Jayden's arm. She couldn't explain what she felt. It wasn't loving. Not it. Was its dependency? She wasn't sure. She wished for an explanation of why she needed him the way she did.
She found herself drowsy in his arms and let her guard down, falling into a deep sleep. Jayden looked around and found himself alone, holding onto her tiny body. The butler saw his predicament from the kitchen and was kind enough to show him Jasmine's room.
Jay found himself walking into her room, admiring the patterns and furniture that adorned the place. He gently laid her on the bed and attempted to pry her hands off his back but she clung onto him, tighter unconsciously.
" Don't leave me, Jay. Stay." She spoke in her sleep. He felt his heart clench painfully in his chest. The last time she begged him to stay, he had left only for her to commit suicide. He looked at the time on his watch and realized that he was already late for work.