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Richard had not sounded desperate or emotional, and that alone made everything he said more dangerous than he had been. “You’re thinking too much,” Dylan said without looking at me. I let out a quiet breath. “I don’t think there’s such a thing right now,” I replied. “There is,” he said. “When it leads nowhere.” “And you think this leads nowhere?” I asked. “I think overthinking slows decisions,” he replied. I turned my head slightly toward him, studying his profile. “And rushing them makes things better?” I asked. “I’m not rushing,” he said. “I’m deciding.”

The more you know think, the more you remember, the difficult it is for you to breathe. Each day overthinking is like a poison that slowly and slowly kills you by numbing you. By exhausting you, making you incapable of doing anything to achieve your goals and rules using a memory meter capable of doing things that you never could have done. I sighed as i let go of my thoughts. “Open the door, Iris. To a fresh start." I said. I have been given this opportunity and I wont let it go to waste. “I quite don't get what you mean here."

Maybe it could again. With shaky fingers, I reached for my phone, the glow of the screen harsh in the dim room. I searched for the scholar’s name, scrolling until I found another of his lectures. This one’s title stared back at me: "The Prison of Overthinking—and How to Break Free." I pressed play. His voice was calm, steady, like a hand reaching into the storm inside me. "Overthinking is a thief," he said. "It steals your peace, your joy, your present moment—all for a past you cannot change or a future you cannot control."

"See this is why I can't sleep , because I'm excessively bombarded with thoughts about you," "Perish those thoughts," " It's not that easy. My mind has a mind of it's own," " Your mind has a mind of its own? What does that even mean, Maxwell?" "It's poetry," "No it's not, and even if it was , it would be the lamest poetry line in the history of poetry lines," " I'm serious,"

I can’t help but overthink everything. The uncertainty is overwhelming, and my heart races with the fear of the unknown. Could this conversation lead to an end, or perhaps it’s something else entirely? I just wish I could read his mind and discover what he's really thinking. Deciding that I’m done with the relaxing bath due to not being able to relax anymore due to my overthinking mind. I jump out and wrap a towel around me. Exiting the bathroom and there he is sitting on his bed waiting for me. Michal’s POV:

Jaxon handled the entire execution process, and I couldn't be bothered to interfere either. They were so worried that I would sabotage them that they spent all their energy guarding against me, only to end up shooting themselves in the foot. If they had let me supervise just once, I could have pointed out their mistakes in time. But since they were so full of themselves, they could learn it the hard way. Hailey's company didn't deserve such an excellent project, so I revamped the original project blueprints and used them for my new company. Since I oversaw every detail myself, the quality was top-tier, and Julia signed a contract with me worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

I could not really find my enemy in all this thinking, even myself I was becoming my own enemy. Thoughts were just exchanging in my head, I really felt the need for medical attention before I lost my mind. It seemed to me that I was over thinking , I gave my mind to other fresh thoughts of what really is being a man. In my reasoning I found out that it is all centered on an achievement that a man can achieve and can have. Fathers are born out of a male that has chose to be a man.

But again no one is me. I can't make it stop But I can't hold anymore. I'm losing myself slowly As days passing by lately I don't know Until, how long. I can hold on I can't sleep at nights The overthinking is not fine But I can't help it I want everything to stop please These days people scare me I can't look them into eyes These days I can't eat Because I don't feel at ease I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice

But I did feel gratitude towards the people who never made me feel like a prisoner whatsoever. On top of what was put additionally into it, they were all criminals. A minor voice in my mind daunted. Yes, that was not something that could be forgotten so easily. Now was it? I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts again because, with that response, my mood darkened, which was even worse. Since it would again put me in the same spot where I could end up overthinking things. “You look as if you have been run over by a truck of illusions, little bird. Overthinking things again, huh?”

All I can think, again and again, is… I don’t want this to be over.