Thought

ue

e the house f

been interested in having any contact with the outside world recently. I'm not in the mood to have

fell asleep in the bath, I haven't been haunted by any more hallucinations. My dream

st disapp

e been writing. It's been the only constant thing in

and Della comes inside. She folds her umbrella up, leaving it dripping at m

to pass? It's been over a week," s

waltz in here and see my working environment. It's honestly a disgrace, with the curtains closed – only my lamp remaining on – a half-

over her hips, looking at me pointedly. I return m

g this to yoursel

, pretending to type a few words across my keyboard, but none of it makes sense. I'm thankful that I at lea

as still storming outside, until I see the rain slamming against the glass. The

You've gotten so much worse, and I'm not going to sit here

ing my slipp

to shower, brush your hair, and go out with me to get you some real

her eyes on me, as if I just swore. I know she feel bur

rying to look as though she is helping me. I want to make a note that I was planning to clean it up, but there i

I've heard befor

nd getting work done," I comment, motioning

nyway?" she asks, comin

t sure where my aversion to having her read my work came from, but suddenly I don't want her to see my inner thoughts. When I recall wha

etrieve the fallen laptop. "And I'll come to you to see a different

she re

agree, so no that she has what she wants, maybe she will find interest in som

ored you have to contact me?" I commen

someone," sh

ith her successful life. It's the strange relationship between us. She feels an obligation to care for

o the last guy?"

han the guy who stood you up at the coffee shop,' she comments. Ah yes, the lie in which I will admit I shared with her. I tried to c

ason, her words irk me. "I a

hat I sa

ight up. "Wai

aning forward with genuine curiosity in her eyes. If I distract Della with

e's got beautiful silver eyes, dark wavy hair and flawl

and that she shouldn't ask again. She will respect that, at least. Yet still, I feel almost sick to my stomach t

t to meet him

's good or not for me, you know?" I s

es where I would justify my loneliness by saying I had friends online. To me it was

. "No Della. We ar

ent tomorrow," Della says getting to her feet. I watch her pick up her umbrella, looking back at me

," I fa

oor s

eres

iggered this sudden fall into a state of dreaming, but regardless, I'm too tired to complain. Instead, I pull myself out

indow seat, his face shadowed with the light flooding in behind him. I still see those st

kew

ce when was a figment of my hallucinatio

g, to approach him warily. It's so strange, seeing him sitting there, as if I coul

del boyfriend?" he says. Cu

my back. Don't even think twice about that," I tell him. I'm unsure if that is true.

tells me. "I'

wever, what I see on TV shocks me into completely silence. I realise now, why the man, in my hallucinations looks s

mmortal. Th