His knee bounced up and down, ever so slightly, as he
waited. The reception area looked pleasing, sparse, yet evenly colour matched.
He had no idea why he was thinking such thoughts but, thankfully, it seemed to
evade the very reason he was there. He’d moved on, survived, discovered, with a
niggling ache at the back of his mind that needed to be removed.
“Mr. Williams?”
His knee stopped, looking up and to his side, to see the
attractive receptionist smile at him. Standing, the time finally arriving, he
walked the short distance into the room. This was it. No turning back. He
really wasn’t sure and that alone, made the decision for him. He was a decider,
no matter how long he thought about a subject, he would eventually act and move
forward. This situation, the issue that remained, simply did not want to leave
him.
He felt tense, but optimistic, that feeling of wonder and
fear all wrapped together. The room reminded him of a Dentist’s office.
Amazingly clean, sterile, with the lighting clear as day. The lady, sat on a
high stool, smiled as he entered, “Hello Mr. Williams. Please take a seat!” He
wanted to make a joke, about taking the seat away with him, but that probably
wouldn’t raise a laugh. His jokes, being as awful as they were, did at least
keep him amused.
As the seconds moved forward, they discussed the various
options until they reached the most important section. The lady sat in front of
him, with a serious look upon her face, asked the most important question, “The
relationship did not last that long, so why would you prefer to remove the
memories?”
Dan froze, for a few seconds, as the images flooded his
mind. The anger, rejection, shame and further emotions, all appeared within a
mere second. “It’s just the best thing for me to do. I made mistakes and, if
I’m honest with myself, I was in no state to really take what happened.”
The lady smiled, understanding as much as she could, “You
know that we learn from our experiences, be they good, or devastatingly bad!
You seem like someone that would learn from your experiences as well as mistakes?”
“I am. I do, but this has stuck with me. I find solutions to
my problems and this… is my solution!” He knew that his reply was the most
honest and genuine reply that he could find. He wasn’t willing, or able, to
simply let the situation take as long as it had done to fade. The entire mess
was still fresh, each day, whenever he tried to feel emotions or even move
forward. The time, wasted, never to return.
“Okay. If you’re happy to proceed then I’m also happy.”
He nodded. It was the right moment, the correct path
forward, with his mind and heart welcoming the freedom. The lady moved from the
stool, opening a drawer, to produce a circular metal band. She walked over to
him whilst speaking, ”If you’d like to relax, as much as you can,” placing the
band onto his head, “we can then start the process!”
She returned to the stool, as she tapped the screen of her
tablet. His curiosity loved anything new, experiences, places, with all of this
seeming so interesting. He relaxed into the chair, breathing in through his
nose, then out of his mouth. He started to laugh, the wonder and excitement
appearing from within. He admonished himself, as he didn’t really wish to come
across as a teenager with a new toy.
“We’re ready to proceed,” said the lady, smiling as she
continued to tap away, “I’d like you to imagine her face, anything that you can
recall about her. Really, deeply, focus as much as you can. Remember Rebecca
Summers!”
Dan closed his eyes, knowing that all the events featuring
the woman that he needed to be removed, were linked together like strands of
cord. Connected, forming changes within his thinking, mood, as well as the
person he was. Too many moments of regret, the words he should have said,
instead of the words that he did, haunting his waking moments.
He felt his heart relax, his mind allowing the moments to focus.
Her face appeared, so beautiful, her hair flowing as it did in the way that he
loved. She smiled, the chill moving through his spine as his emotions spiked.
He’d not met many people, within his life, that had the effect that she’d had upon
him. He’d hated this, the man that said as well as did what was required, only
to fail on all levels. He’d allowed that smile of hers to remove his
confidence, his faith in the man that he wanted to be. Worthless, not good
enough, failing at what he excelled at.
The lady monitored the threads, the connected mental
information concerning the person that Dan needed to be removed. The
information within his mind, albeit a small amount, started to fade as she
ensured that the information removed stayed within defined parameters. She
recalled the name of the person Dan had the relationship with, wondering why
she’d heard it before.
Dan recalled walking, hand in hand, stopping to gently kiss
her neck as she laughed at his silly comments. He’d felt alive, floating upon a
cloud of delicate foundations, only to see them all fall from under him. He
held her face within his mind, as his thoughts struggled, grasping, searching, as
she faded, along with any trace of her from his memory. Gone. Done. No longer.
“…and that’s it. All done!” Said the lady. Dan opened his eyes, shocked at
the speed of such a process.
The lady, once again, tapped the screen a few times, as she
scrolled through the names of the previous participants for ‘object’ removal.
She’d remembered the name of Dan’s removal subject and, right there on the
small screen, she read the name and tapped. A picture appeared and, as she
suspected, Dan’s name was her removal subject. The both of them had visited the
same clinic for the same process.
The lady stood, still keeping the same smile that she had
throughout the process. She removed the metal ring, placing it into a plastic
container on her desk, “If you need any further assistance, please call the
clinic and we can discuss further treatment. How do you feel?”
“I feel amazing,” he replied, his thoughts once again his
own. He knew why he’d visited, with the sensation of not actually ‘knowing’ why
he’d visited, baffling him. The vacant, empty thoughts that were once within
his mind, no longer existing to form the thread of information. He smiled,
regardless, realising that the next few days would re-arrange his thought
processes.
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Dan sat at the bar, the smile still upon his lips, as he
sipped the vodka and Pepsi. The last few days were amazing. Skipping out of
bed, driving to work singing his favourite songs, with none of them reminding
him of previous events. His mental freedom finally restored. To Dan’s right
side, sat a woman, who also ordered a vodka and Pepsi. Dan, glancing sideways,
immediately appreciated the way she looked, as well as sounded. Her hair, looking
simply amazing, being the obvious and instant attractive aspect. He gestured to
the barman, “I’ll get this for the lady!”
She smiled, “Thank you, but I can get my own drink!”
“Yeah, I know, but it’s got us talking and that was my only intention.”
“In that case maybe we should introduce ourselves?”
“That would be nice, I’m Dan! Nice to meet you.”
“Hello Dan, my name is Rebecca, Rebecca Summers!”
They both smiled, as Dan knew that he’d never regret
visiting the ‘Reverse’ clinic.
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No matter how much something hurts, or whatever loss you experience, it WILL make you endure and learn. That is, of course, if you see it that way. Believe in your capacity to withstand anything life throws at you!