I couldn't stand this anymore, how he constantly talked about her and how he spoke about her as though she was a god. How he clearly was entranced and deeply in love with her...happy and content without me. I somehow knew deep inside that I wasn't for him, that much was obvious, but I never realized...realized how agonizing it'd be to truly lose him.
I was abruptly cut out of my daydreaming by Herman's familiarly concerned tone. I responded, although being still slightly shaken.
He chuckled awkwardly. "I just noticed that you got quiet and spaced out outta nowhere and I wanted to make sure you were okay."
I nodded stiffly. "Yes...I am quite...alright."
He cocked his head to the side, inquisitive as usual. "You sure don't look like you're alright. do you wanna talk or something?"
I knew at this point that I had to make my leave, there was going to be no possible way I could just easily talk about my feelings with him without becoming a giant blubbering mess of tears. If he knew how I felt, I knew he'd more than likely be disgusted or would unwillingly break up with Clarity, the love of his life, just for my happiness, and I couldn't do either of those things to him. I refused to rip away the one thing in life that made him happy.
A simple, "I'm fine", was all I could muster before briskly trotting out the room. I could feel a heavy pressure on my chest. A blossoming pain I was all too familiar with. Fear.
The anxious thoughts clouded my head as I tried to escape both them and Herman. I couldn't let them shake me, I could be stronger than this. For so long I had built a barrier within my mind so that I'd never let them overwhelm me, but now I feared that barrier was about to crumble down.
The inevitable feeling of nausea came over me, nearly knocking me down to my knees. However, I was surprisingly able to keep myself together until I reached my room. I jumped onto my bed and curled myself up, trying to drone out all the unpleasant thoughts and feelings. I desperately looked around my quarters for some sort of release from this pain. There was absolutely nothing.
The banging of my door caught me off guard, nearly throwing me out of my state of absolute panic.
"Linus?? Are you okay? What am I saying, of course you're not. Please let me inside so we can talk." Herman exclaimed.
"Herman please...d-don't make this harder for me." I muttered.
He paused. "What do you mean...?"
My lip quivered. "Herman..."
Tears ran down my cheeks.
"I love you."
I woke up in a cold sweat, confused and dazed. A vision, it was a all a new vision. and an especially long one too. I immediately jumped out of bed and paced back and forth. Who was this Herman? And why did I feel so sick at that moment, over some stranger?
I ran my hand through my hair, trying to sort out my thoughts. Prophets scarcely had visions like this, of such mundane issues such as a love triangle. It was unheard of. We were only meant to see visions of the far future, of things that'd impact the wellbeing of almost basically every living thing on Earth. So then...why had I saw myself, in such distraught over a man?
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of shattering porcelain. Oh God, now what was it?
I carefully opened my door and glanced around, looking for the source of the sound. My worries evaporated into irritation once I realized that the shattering was only caused by Ricardo, my idiotic pet snake, accidentally knocking over my ancient vase. Of course.
Instead of letting out all my anger at him, I slammed my door in indignation, not wanting to deal with his shit. I already had too many worries to deal with. I had to know what this vision meant, and how it was going to affect me in the long run. I took one last deep breath before heading out into the hallway once more, ignoring Ricardo as well.
I decided to skip breakfast since my appetite had left me the moment I woke from that horrific vision.
"I'm gonna head to work now Ricardo!" I exclaimed. "I swear if you break one more damn thing by the time I get back I'm going to freaking skin you!"
A distant hiss was the only reply I received.
I rolled my eyes before opening the wooden door before me and heading off to my hellish occupation.
After nearly an hour of commuting through what seemed to be a never-ending hoard of traffic, I finally arrived to my workplace. It was a small building with little outdoor décor and an enormous sign reading, "THE ONE TRUE EYE" in fancy cursive writing. The once golden letters were now nothing but a faded yellow and the windows that at one time were decorated with countless swirling patterns were now blank and foggy. I followed the narrow path that lead to the entrance and pulled out the small key resting in my pocket.
Upon going inside, I was greeted with the scent of faded herbs and old books and our receptionist, Pluto who seemed about as cheery as ever.
"Hey there idiot." I sighed.
"You look like actual shit, Linus." He responded, continuing to type endlessly on his laptop.
"You look great too." Was all I muttered before continuing down the small hallway and into my office.
Working as a Prophet was one of the most exhausting and boring things imaginable, since our job only consisted of periodically seeing the future and occasionally being paid to see into the future of our clients. Now all I had to do was wait, wait until I'd eventually get a client to walk in and actually have something to do.
A couple of hours passed by with little to nothing occurring until eventually the small bell at the entrance of the shop rang. I could hear Pluto recite his usual mantra to our customers and heard him mention my name within it. Finally, a customer for me.
After a couple of minutes of paperwork, the newbie began walking over to my office until he was at the entrance, looking as feeble and terrified as a mouse. I could hardly believe what I was staring at. It was him. The man from my vision. Herman.