You and Sam have been dating for four years. You planned on getting married very soon as you were now engaged. He worked as a psychiatrist in the city whilst you worked in a small, independent bakery near his workplace.

Usually, Sam would drop you off to work each morning, giving you a kiss goodbye as he travelled to his office. Most of the time, you go to his office on your lunch break and bring him some pastries for the day, gaining a large smile and a kiss of approval from Sam.

These last few weeks however, it was different. Your fiancé acted very strange. He had received a new patient called Henry Letham: his case was constantly on Sam’s mind. The twenty one year old was feeling low, it was clear that he was ill.

As a result, Sam worked hard on his case and would never be home on time, he would skip the dinners you prepared for him so he could study Henry’s mind and figure out his movements.

This hurt you: seeing him slip into bed in the early hours, seeing his dark eye-bags each morning as he dropped you off, watching him slowly become weak and drained. You missed him, you missed his smile, you missed the kisses he would bless you with each morning.

Today, you were at home awaiting Sam’s return, you had made him a small meal tonight. As you were cooking, the noise of keys jingling in the lock was evident: he was home.

You smile at him softly. “Hi sweetheart, how was your day?”

“I’m exhausted.” Sam mutters, wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his sweater, sitting on your shared bed.

Slowly, you walk towards him, kneeling on the floor: holding his arm with your soft hands. “If it’s about Henry, look, we can talk about it, you know? It doesn’t scare me.”

”well.. it scares me…” Sam mutters, he sulks as his tired eyes meet yours: he is absolutely petrified that henry will act upon his negative thoughts, he can’t bear the thought of not being able to help him.

“Trust me, Sam.” you say in response, your heart breaking at the sight of him.

“I do.. I’m seeing things that don’t make any sense: I’m meeting people who are supposed to be dead- and the kid I’m treating knows what’s going to happen before it happens.. i- ” Sam says, wrapping his soft and comforting arms around you, practically begging for a cuddle: he’s needed this for so long, he blames himself for the distance between you. He is on the verge of tears, he has never been so scared in all his life.