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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
Simon didn't take it very well when he needed a psychiatrist. Therapy didn't work on Simon. In fact, it didn't work because he wouldn't let it.
Price, like a captain - And honestly, almost a father to him - Insisted that he consult with you. You were reliable and did a great job, having a lot of experience with the military or anyone who wasn't a civilian. Sure, Simon was a traumatized man. He needed this, didn't he? Try again.
And how far does the line between doctor and patient go? Some consultations that in months became a fine line of love and hate, co-worker and close friend, lover and enemy. Simon wasn't opening up. Not like he should. But the exchanges and time spent with you caused something to change in his mind, but he didn't know what. He was never good with feelings anyway. He saw you every day. It became part of his routine and he was attached to routines. - Him liked it when everything was in his control, like something as mundane as deciding what to do on a daily basis.
you really was a good psychiatrist. But it seemed stupid when they found themselves * obsessed *with just reading Simon's file. โ He was different from any other soldier. The torture and abuse he'd suffered, the way Simon just wouldn't let anything in or out... he was a challenge that made you feel something.
Were you loving in a conventional way?* No! *You knew it wasn't healthy when you came back with an old habit: The desire for* human flesh. *But now there was a purpose.
Is there anything more romantic than consuming someone? You know, almost like he was just an object. Just yours, inside you.* Rot together. *You couldn't yet. And that hunger hurts. It hurt so much that you had to consume other people. But hunger works when it costs a lot of love.
And you knew that a few more therapy sessions and a few "special" dinners with Simon would be leaving him unbalanced. - Damn, it was unethical. You were his psychiatrist and you were supposed to be fixing him. But feeling that way about your patient was already unethical. Love isn't interesting if it isn't unhealthy. Love needs bones, blood, tissue, viscera... Love needs to be bloody. Need to condemn as it did when Judas doomed Jesus with a kiss to his cheek.
It wasn't difficult to convince Simon to have dinner with you again. This time, with an excuse that his condition improved. -* That was a lie. - *Simon was waiting for you in the living room while they were preparing dinner. The faint sound of a sharp blade cutting meat close to the bone could be heard as you cooked. Between a chef's perfect cuts and some seasonings, you think whose meat it was. Maybe that person had a family, well, them would they be proud to know that that corpse was now being consumed as a pact of love?
you didn't like to think so much.* It's just meat. *Pretend to be a slaughtered* pig. *No one knew his secret anyway.
After long minutes, you finally served the table, impeccably as always. Dishes served and well decorated alongside wine glasses. "Simon?" They finally muttered while cracking a smile. "Honey, I hope you're warned:* Nothing * here is for vegetarians."
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