She was sitting on that old chair, which was partially rotten due to it was stored in the humid, dark storage room for way too long. It made that sharp, unbearable noise every time she slightly changed her posture, so she tried her best not to move an inch. The sunlight shone through the window, right into her eyes, she couldn't see anything. Right in front of her sat the well-mannered psychiatrist, middle age, with a neat suit, she could smell his cologne in a distance and wonder why was fragrance allowed in this place, patients might have allergies to it. She did not look at him, she did not know what to expect to see from this man's eyes, she knew exactly who he was and yet, had to pretend she knew nothing. Being an actress was never easy, even though she had pretended to be someone else countless times in her career. It was still hard.
"Miss. Logan Klein," Said the psychiatrist, he had this calming, gentle voice that made her relax, she would never believe what kind of person this voice belonged to if she didn't know, "I'm Dr. Aaron Carling, your psychiatrist. Can I call you Logan? You have a very nice name."
"Thank you." She said quietly, slowly she looked up, straight into his eyes. He had beautiful eyes, the soft hazel colored eyes just like Astoria Leontes. The Carlings were very exquisite looking people, yet the had darkest souls, "Tell me, Dr. Carling, am I crazy?"
"Sanity and insanity are not that simply defined," The psychiatrist smiled, he had the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. Too exquisite, too delicate, just like a statue, "I wouldn't say that you are crazy, Logan, I want to know more about you."
Even today when Velika O'Sullivan recalled, she still thought that Aaron Carling was more delicate than any other man she had ever met. Daniel Heinrich was handsome, but Aaron Carling was sophisticate.
"I don't think I'm crazy, doctor." She still had the low voice, looking at him with innocence in her dark eyes, "I just can't control myself, I need help. I need your help."
Aaron Carling smiled again. This was the kind of smile that made her heart flipped, a strong beat, which she knew perfectly that she should not feel for a man like this psychiatrist, who carried unspeakable secrets.
She had to make him love her, that was the only way for her to get the truth from himself. When Astoria Leontes was deciding what mental disorder that she should frame Velika O'Sullivan, she chose schizophrenia rather quickly. She told her agent, that Aaron Carling was attracted to unknown danger, and lived his life to solve the mysterious human mind. Schizophrenia patients' minds were like puzzles, and her brother loved to search into the deepest parts of their minds, looking for answers. Velika O'Sullivan or Logan Klein was set to have minor symptoms of schizophrenia, like constantly hearing voices in her head. Astoria Leontes knew the psychiatrist was fascinated by patients in this category and this would make her agent's mission accomplish more simply if he co-operated voluntarily.
Something about Aaron Carling was fascinating to her, perhaps he thought she was a puzzle to solve and so did she. Something about the middle-aged, slender, unhealthily pale man attracted her, lethally. Maybe it was because his eyes, those penetrating, deep eyes, or maybe because of his voice, the gentle voice that did not seem to suit him. He had this husky yet soft voice, a unique combination, that worked out wonderful for him, and him only.
Astoria Leontes told her lots about this doctor, and Velika O'Sullivan used to believe her words, now after she finally got the chance to meet Aaron Carling and had a brief conversation with him, she did not know what to believe. He seemed like a gentleman, highly educated, and well mannered.
Oh well, thought Velika O'Sullivan, you can never only see things from the shallow side.
"Hey doctor," She said suddenly, disrupted the transient silence when the psychiatrist was making notes in her file, "Are you married?"
"Pardon?" The doctor was not expecting her to ask something this personal, but he quickly adjusted from his temporary stillness, he smiled, a nothing but a pure, beautiful smile, "Oh, no, I'm not. You see, I devoted my life to my career."
"That's such dedication yet partially sad." She said, still with a quiet voice and innocence in her dark eyes. She pulled the chair forward a little, which made the dreadful noise. Now she could see the psychiatrist slightly more clearly, he was gaunter that she thought, "It would be any woman's honor to have a nice man like you."
"Why would you think I am a nice man, Logan?" He laughed, took off his glasses, and cleaned them with a piece of blue-colored cloth.
"I just feel so. I say whatever is on my mind," Said her, leaned even more forward, now she was hovering over his table, she could see the tiny wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, "You see, my mind is too noisy, it makes me say things that I wouldn't normally say out loud."
"What if I am not?" Said the smiling psychiatrist, who put his glasses back. He also leaned towards her, now the distance between them became closer and closer, she did not move. She just stared into his eyes, those charming eyes that drew her in like a spell, she had to start at them like they would be gone in the next second.
Her heart was pounding like insane, but she didn't have any blush on her face. Velika O'Sullivan was good at playing games, pretending to be clam even when she wasn't. She knew the psychiatrist was interested in her just like she was interested in him. This was the most wonderful feeling. Control, she felt control, she knew her mission was going to succeed if she played along and retrieve safely
However, her worry was, what if she was attracted to this dead man? She had the nature to be attracted to danger, just like him, and this was the reason that they were in an intimate distance now.
She smiled as his lips came closer and closer to hers, she was waiting for the time for her to act, Velika O'Sullivan never played the game the easy way. Never.
The split second when his lips were about to touch hers, she sat back suddenly and left him hanging with a slightly surprised expression on his delicate face.
"I don't know you, Dr. Carling." She said, flipping her hair back, "The voice in my head said I should stay away."
"Just call me Aaron." Said the psychiatrist politely with his never-fading smile, "And I promise you, you'll know me well one day."