Prologue.

"And for some reason she's been distant lately and just won't open up to me." Said aman with his arms crossed, tapping his foot with a pissed face while looking at a painting on the wall.

"Is that so." I said boredly while instinctively writing down what i was hearing.

"And di..." Said the man, only for me to tune hin out.

I sighed internally while looking at the man rambling on with a pissed face and thought "He's going to say that he found condoms in his dresser that aren't his size and that he feels like his wife is cheating on him with another man."

"Are you listening ms davidson." Asked the man with a pissed face, feeling like I'm ignoring all his worries.

"Yes I am, please continue." I said calmly, lying to smoothly that one couldn't tell in the slightest that it even was a lie in the first place.

The man took a deep breath and said while sitting back on the sofa and put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a bag that had condom wrappers in it with the ripped extra large word on them and said with a stuttering shakey voice with tears coming from his eyes "I found these under our bed and feel like my wife is cheating on me with another man and i don't know what to do or feel at this point, I'm a hard working man trying to provide for the whole family and taking care of the house at the same time I...i....j...just...don't know anymore."

I wrote down what i was hearing and asked calmly "Did you ever confront her about your feelings or...."

"YES I CONFRONTED HER AND THAT MANWHORE OF A BROTHER." Said the man screaming at the top of his lungs with tears streaming from his face, interrupting me.

"Oh a brother this time that's new" I thought internally surprised since I've encountered the same generic trope stories during my career as a psychiatrist such as cheating, more cheating, mid life crisis issues, relationship struggles which can also be attributed to cheating etc.

Anyways my name is jasmine davidson and i am a 49 year old psychiatrist that dose nothing but sit on my ass all day and listen to people rant on all day about there problems which is basically boring if you ask me since I've studied how the mind works and have a doctorate degree in psychiatry which is my favorite subject but it has long since gotten boring because people are so predictable that it has long since lost my interest.

"I've concluded that your diagnosed with borderline personality disorder." I said while looking up from the journal i was writing in.

The man man was surprised and suddenly started scratching his arm restlessly while mumbling "That's not true, it's just not true."

"Symptoms include emotional instability, feelings of worthlessness, insecurity, impulsivity, impaired social relationships, antisocial behavior, compulsive behavior, hostility, impulsivity, irritability, risk taking behaviors, self-destructive behavior, self-harm, social isolation, or lack of restraint

moods include, anger, anxiety, general discontent, guilt, loneliness, mood swings, or sadness, as for psychological, depression, distorted self-image, grandiosity, an narcissism." I said calmly while immediately catching the bleeding scratch marks on his arm.

The man seemingly refusing to believe what I've told hin, continued to scratch his arm while mumbling to himself with tears streaming down his face.

"Have you been experiencing any suicidal thoughts lately." I asked calmly while looking at the clock on the wall noticing his time was up and closed my journal and locked it back with the lock that i keep on it which has vital information on my patients.

"Y....y....yes." Said the man stuttering while scratching his arm even harder with bloodshot eyes.

I sighed and said "Then you hav..."

*BANG, BANG, BANG*

"N...NO I...D....DON'T." Said the man screaming an stuttering with a gun in his hand.

I was shocked and immediately held my stomach where i was shot at and coughed up blood.

*Splat*

"Th....this is all y....your...fault...yes this is your fault for leaving me for my me then having 2 children with my brother." Said the man crazily while moving his hair out of his face, revealing bloodshot eyes.

I was even more shocked and coughed up even more blood as my breathing stopped while thought "I fucking hate life."

(The woman's POV)

"Tch, now i have to move your body." Said the man, clicking his teeth while coming over to my body and grabbed my arm and started pulling me while panting, only for me to fall on the floor.

*BOOM*

The man had a frustrated face and screamed "FUCK."

"Fuck this" Thought the man while grabbing his stuff and left the room quickly, making a run for it while not knowing that his fingerprints will be found on my body by the police.

(Leonard's POV)

"Fuck." I said, waking up with my hand on my forehead trying to soothe my mind that's trying to process everything that's happened to me.

"Your finally awake." Said a woman's voice out of nowhere.

I immediately got up into a defensive stance and seen a woman sitting behind a desk in a suit that fully showcases her her luscious breasts and asked with a serious face "Who the hell are you."

"I'm the administrator of the reincarnation cycle now come take a seat." Said the administrator woman with a sigh.

I took deep breaths to calm my nerves and made my way over to the chair and sat in it, only to notice my body looked transparent and thought "So im really dead."

"Yes you are now now fill out this please." Said the administrator woman, sliding a piece of paper along with a pen in front of me with information on it.

I was surprised at her being able to read my thoughts but immediately came back to my senses and grabbed the pen and looked closely at the paper and read it which asked would i like to be reincarnated which is a obvious yes and started reading through the other questions and came across one that made me confused and looked up at the administrator woman who looked like she was getting her stuff ready so she could leave.

"Why does this one have options, can't i choose the world i want to go to." I asked because who wants to go back to earth and if you're wondering what I'm talking about, the paper I'm filling out only has options of what empires do I want to be reincarnated into and other questions like what i want my background to be and the year etc.

The administrator woman sighed again and said "The other universes are to full of reincarnaters and transmigraters thats why we bring in pitiful souls to travel through universe's to kill some of them because there flooding the universes and you being apart of history is the only available choice out right now and you can choose any year from 1700s and back to be born but not anything past the year 1799.

"So I basically died at the wrong moment." I said with the loudest sigh you would hear in your life.

"Basically girl." Said the administrator woman with a chill attitude while continuing with what she was doing which was getting her things ready so she could leave.

I sighed again and just looked back down at all the options on the paper which has tons of empires i could choose from to be reincarnated in and thought with my face turning serious face while tapping the pen on the desk "What empire and year should I choose."

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THE END...

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