Fortunately, the psychiatric facility was much quieter than I had imagined.There were no hysterical screams, and there were no patients behaving like the lunatics I had pictured.Everyone here had empty eyes, as if their souls had already been taken away from their bodies.I took my medication, received injections, and followed the schedule for sleep every day.When the weather was good, the nurses would take us outside to sit in the courtyard and get some sunlight.No one spoke, and no one interacted with anyone else. Time seemed to have completely stopped in this place.Day after day, I mechanically took my medicine, slept, and sat there in silence. My mind became slower, and I gradually spoke less and less.Until one day, I saw someone familiar. It was Rick.I held my breath as my eyes widened in disbelief.I could never mistake him for anyone else. He was the first fiancé who had appeared in the surveillance footage beneath the underground chapel, the man they had told me I had al
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