"I think I need a counselor.”Mario stopped and paused the tea pot in the air.“Uh? Serious?” he dropped the tea pot and walked towards him. “Really?” Mario was amazed. “This is great news. Why? What made you decide to get one?”Williams gave him an emotionless face. “Since I stepped into the King’s chambers.”That night was horrible for Williams. Never in his life had he been that scared. Henry had brought back all of the memories he had pushed down, far away from his consciousness. He felt he was going to run mad. Not only was he afraid, he was wet with guilt.“I had a bad dream overnight. I saw him.” Williams said.Mario's eyes widened.“He… he was angry. He was angry at me.” Williams dug his hands into his blonde hair. The he kept quiet, he couldn’t say no more. He wouldn’t say no more.Mario sprang up. “I know of a counselling organization. I'll do the registration. I’ll make use of a fake identity…if you want.”Of course, he wanted that. He wasn’t yet ready to reveal his identi

It was Wednesday. The bank account was as red as crimson. The more she stared at her account statements, the more she went haywire.Two thousand dollars. That was t

Williams adjusted his collar and tapped his foot on the rug nervously. He couldn't belive he was here already, waiting to meet his 'interesting' counselor. That woman had better made his effort worth it, but more importantly than that, he was nervous too.Why? He had no idea.He looked at the empty seat beside him and nodded his head."You did well, Williams. Mario doesn't have to know about this." he said."But I could make use of some of his advices..." he added and shook his head immediately "What do you mean? I can do this on my own, I'm good at socializing too." he finally convinced himself and got down the car.He put a black shaded over his eyes. It was about time he met his date. He picked out his phone and made a call."Khm-khm. I'm at the park." he spoke into it once she picked."Great!" she replied in a voice that he considered to too loud