Desire and Duty (A Harvest Moon Adaptation)
By Icymisto
Prologue
I woke up that morning abruptly, another close call from being drowned by my pool of sweat. I could have said it was just another nightmare and shook it off, but I knew that a dream reoccurring constantly during the past two weeks was definitely a sign. This was not something that I could kid myself with. I have heard about all those crazy people who have had dreams in their heads and eventually see them turn into reality. There was too much thrust into my life now to deal with personal issues.
I immediately grabbed my cell phone and called up my office assistant. "Amy, please cancel all my morning meetings. I'm having an emergency meeting with my shrink. Yes, the breakfast with Mr. Stanton will have to be cancelled as well. Yes, I am aware that this will push my work into the evening. Yes, I can handle it. Thank you for looking out for me, but you are not my mother."
"Ha ha, easy there! I didn't even have to say anything this time and you read my mind Ron! ...Ok, it's all done. Have a good day."
Since the start of all, Amy had always been there as my assistant. I felt I could depend on her a lot... perhaps even more on her than on myself. In a way, the years of us working together have formed a brother-sister relationship. We help each other out a lot. I have never treated anyone lesser than me. That elitist philosophy is crap.
After tidying myself up, I quickly grabbed my coat and left the suite. Time was always of the essence.
"Good morning Mr. Williamson! Your entourage awaits."
"Thank you George. Here's a tip for your troubles."
"Oh not at all sir! It was a pleasure."
By the time I had reached the shrink, I had already sealed the deal I meant to settle in the office and found out that Mr. Stanton would not have been able to attend the breakfast either. Boy, did it feel good to know things go perfectly when they shouldn't. Too bad it is not always that way.
"Dr. Bradford will see you now."
I went into his office and relaxed as I saw him glowing in his giant leather chair. Suddenly everything about my work subsided in my mind and I felt like I could put down my defenses. "Morning, doctor."
"Hello. How are you this morning?"
"The fact that I am in your office right now can give you that answer."
"True, very true. I have a pretty good idea of why you are here. It is the dream again, am I right?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"What sticks out from the dream most of all this time?"
"It is the same exact dream and I still see her very clearly. I don't know what to do anymore doc. I have taken the pills you've given me, but they only help during work when I already know I have too much to do to wrestle with my own demons. When I get home, sometimes I just collapse into bed and cry or I just think about it all. Was it worth it? Were the choices I made the right ones?"
"Well I'm not in the position to judge which is right or wrong. As a matter of fact, you should not even think of it all like that. There is no good or bad path, just a rockier one. The only one who can decide which road to take is you. All I can do is ease this pain you're feeling. Now, you've told me bits and pieces of your excursion into the countryside, but I would like to hear all of it. This will help both you and me achieve greater understandings of the issue."
"Very well... Well, as you know, it began right after my grandfather past away..."
By Icymisto
Prologue
I woke up that morning abruptly, another close call from being drowned by my pool of sweat. I could have said it was just another nightmare and shook it off, but I knew that a dream reoccurring constantly during the past two weeks was definitely a sign. This was not something that I could kid myself with. I have heard about all those crazy people who have had dreams in their heads and eventually see them turn into reality. There was too much thrust into my life now to deal with personal issues.
I immediately grabbed my cell phone and called up my office assistant. "Amy, please cancel all my morning meetings. I'm having an emergency meeting with my shrink. Yes, the breakfast with Mr. Stanton will have to be cancelled as well. Yes, I am aware that this will push my work into the evening. Yes, I can handle it. Thank you for looking out for me, but you are not my mother."
"Ha ha, easy there! I didn't even have to say anything this time and you read my mind Ron! ...Ok, it's all done. Have a good day."
Since the start of all, Amy had always been there as my assistant. I felt I could depend on her a lot... perhaps even more on her than on myself. In a way, the years of us working together have formed a brother-sister relationship. We help each other out a lot. I have never treated anyone lesser than me. That elitist philosophy is crap.
After tidying myself up, I quickly grabbed my coat and left the suite. Time was always of the essence.
"Good morning Mr. Williamson! Your entourage awaits."
"Thank you George. Here's a tip for your troubles."
"Oh not at all sir! It was a pleasure."
By the time I had reached the shrink, I had already sealed the deal I meant to settle in the office and found out that Mr. Stanton would not have been able to attend the breakfast either. Boy, did it feel good to know things go perfectly when they shouldn't. Too bad it is not always that way.
"Dr. Bradford will see you now."
I went into his office and relaxed as I saw him glowing in his giant leather chair. Suddenly everything about my work subsided in my mind and I felt like I could put down my defenses. "Morning, doctor."
"Hello. How are you this morning?"
"The fact that I am in your office right now can give you that answer."
"True, very true. I have a pretty good idea of why you are here. It is the dream again, am I right?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"What sticks out from the dream most of all this time?"
"It is the same exact dream and I still see her very clearly. I don't know what to do anymore doc. I have taken the pills you've given me, but they only help during work when I already know I have too much to do to wrestle with my own demons. When I get home, sometimes I just collapse into bed and cry or I just think about it all. Was it worth it? Were the choices I made the right ones?"
"Well I'm not in the position to judge which is right or wrong. As a matter of fact, you should not even think of it all like that. There is no good or bad path, just a rockier one. The only one who can decide which road to take is you. All I can do is ease this pain you're feeling. Now, you've told me bits and pieces of your excursion into the countryside, but I would like to hear all of it. This will help both you and me achieve greater understandings of the issue."
"Very well... Well, as you know, it began right after my grandfather past away..."