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my insides did not feel the same as what i sawwhen looking inside the chest cavitiesof anesthesia drunkards upon the operating table:so i cut myself open to see.

    ❛  Nothing you don’t know, of course. She wasn’t that good. Don’t be concerned, you’re still my number one girl.  ❜

Adam laughs and moves closer to Laura, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of her head before taking another bite of food.

❛    Oh, I’m not worried about anyone stealing you.    ❜    Laura smiles wide, leaning her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as his lips graze the top of her head. It’s a throwaway joke, she knows  ---  but it is important to her, in some sick way, that she is the most important person in his life. They’re both more than what they mean to one another, but it’d split her heart right down the middle, if she wasn’t.

   ❛  She psychoanalyzed me. I mean — in one conversation, she was able to accurately determine so much about me. It was weird. I was a little perturbed that I was so stereotypical at first, but then she said that it’s the uniqueness of people that gives her insight. It sounds cheesy, I know, but she was much better with her words. I suppose you’d have to be, in that profession.  ❜

He shrugs, laughs, takes a bite of food.

❛    Totally know what you mean, I can’t think of anything more flattering than having all my own flaws pointed out to me.    ❜    It doesn’t really sound like much of a joke, but she had meant it that way, originally. 

Laura isn’t very fond of psychologists, and has never made any attempt to hide that fact from Adam. Though the human mind is intriguing, she cares little for the trivialities that come with it. The body has visible problems  ---  problems you can fix with your own two hands, problems that show up in scans and under microscopes, problems that pose questions she’s able to find logical answers to. She despises the therapeutic process, even as an emotionally disturbed distant child (forced into a school counsellor’s office after biting another student), talking it out had never worked for Laura.

    ❛  Oh, no, no. I didn’t. And she wasn’t. We just… spoke for a while, to pass the time.  ❜

She was horribly interesting, though. Everything the woman had said was spoken with a hint of irony, making it so that he could never tell if she was serious or not — which reminded him of a certain someone. 

He’s always been softer to people who remind him of Laura.

❛    Interesting? That all?    ❜

Laura, like a child, raises her eyebrows suggestively, keeps a smug grin on her face until she goes back to her meal. She’d been hoping for more  ---  this Victoria seems to have left some kind of impression on him, and interesting doesn’t allow Laura to understand it the way she’d like to. 

No matter, he’ll never see her again. She’s got no reason to scope the woman out  ---  or to worry, which she does, if only a little. However, just because she has no reason to, doesn’t mean she won’t.