Wow…I never expect this story to last for so long…. I think I might end it soon… Before I get super bored with it and leave it unfinished…
I thank all those who reviewed…as I had said in another story… I'm not gonna bother about reviews… Because I don't think my English and story are good enough for reviews…
Thank you for even reading this story…
I do not own any character in white collar… And I am no doctor… So pardon me if I get some info wrong…
"Stockholm syndrome? Are you serious? You mean Neal has Stockholm syndrome?" Anastasia exclaimed and she put a palm on her forehead, she recalled how Neal had changed in the past few days…
Neal was nicer to her…
Neal was dependant on her…
Neal was more real…
Neal smiled more…
Neal was hers…
"Yes Miss Anastasia… He has the symptoms of it."
Anastasia was delighted that Neal has Stockholm syndrome but she simply could not believe such wonderful blessing would befall onto her.
"How? This is Neal…" She whispered.
"The brain is a…complicated thing…" The doctor smiled, "Not to mention, you never abused him or hit him… He might see it as… kindness…"
"But…but he was still nasty until he destroyed the room!" She argued.
"As I said, Miss Anastasia… The brain is a complicated thing… it was possible that he was resisting it but when he snapped… he just broke down… After all he is still just a human…" The doctor sighed.
Anastasia smiled, "So you're saying… He is mine?"
"Err… if that is…what you want…then yes…"
She hugged the doctor, "Thank you Dr Simon!"
"You're welcome." He smiled as he took his leave.
Anastasia entered her room, her heart pounding loudly, is it really true that Neal belongs fully to her now? Is his soul and heart all hers? But no one, not even Neal could lie so well…can they?
Neal smiled when he saw her, "Hey…"
"Neal… what are you doing?" She asked.
"Drawing." He replied as he lifted up his sketched to show her.
He behaved just like a little kid, a side of him that she adored… after all she's used to being pampered and she never knew what it felt like to pamper others… Pampering Neal felt like heaven…
"Are you hungry?" She asked as she pats his head.
He nodded. She grinned, "Then what are we waiting for?"
She grabbed his hands and led him down to the kitchen. He held her hands tightly and started chatting with her about his life.
They soon walked past two maids who were chatting, "Those two people at the basement… do you think they will ever be freed."
"Are you crazy? If they are freed, they will run to the police."
Anastasia eyes flew toward him to see if there was any reaction. He was still chatting happily with her, totally ignoring the maids. She gave a small sigh of relief.
"Anastasia?" Neal called out.
"Ah…Nothing… Let's eat out shall we?" She asked, wondering if he might run once they were out.
His face lit up, "Sure!"
The dinner tasted wonderful… it was the best she ever had… Neal was charming as ever… but this time there was a touch of genuine in it…If there was such a phrase to describe it.
He did not even try to do anything funny…He just ate and chatted with her… was it because his friends were still in her hands?
"Neal… do you want to buy some clothes to keep you warm?" Anastasia asked.
His eyes widened, "Really? Are you serious?"
She laughed, "Yes, of course! You've been such a good boy; I believe you deserve some clothes."
He frowned suddenly, "Can I ask something?"
Anastasia smiled as she kept her eyes glued to his, making sure nothing was amiss.
"Yes what is it?"
"Can I pick any clothes that I want?" he asked.
She laughed, "Of course! Pick anything you like!"
She got up and grabbed his hands, "Let's go then."
Akim blocked her way, "Anastasia… are you sure you want to…"
"Yes, I'm sure." She replied curtly.
"As you wish…"
They entered a boutique and Neal immediately started picking clothes, along the way he would ask her if it fits him.
He beamed as he wore the white top and spun a few round, he then stop and stare at a hat. He pointed to the hat, "Can I have that?"
She laughed, "Of course!"
She grabbed the hat and went to the cashier, "I'll take everything he picked."
The cashier bowed low, "Thank you so much!"
Anastasia smiled warmly, "No, thank you very much."
At the end, he bought many white top and some black top…And of course his hat.
He hugged the clothes as if it was a gem…as if it was his first present…
She smiled warmly; her art piece was beautiful… His smiles were no longer clothed by a mask… His emotions were all bright and shining, making him ten times more brilliant… So brilliant that she wondered what had she done to deserve such a beautiful art… Her art… Her Neal… Her beloved Neal…
Everything was perfect…
They returned home, Akim was sulking… She and Neal were chatting away happily ignoring the sulking man.
"Miss Anastasia… I think Neal…"
"I don't need to know what you think… I believe in miracles… Neal is mine now." She snapped, quickly looking back to Neal. His head was down, almost as if he was ashamed of himself.
"Look at what you have done." Anastasia shouted and she grabbed Neal back to the room.
Akim had his suspicion… He believed that Neal was faking everything… and he was planning something big. But there was just no way right? Neal was all hers right?
She had always wanted to see the smile when she first met him, now he was showing it… It was all real right?
She stared at Neal who was admiring his new clothes; his smile was the same as when she first met him.
She sat down and observed him. There was no way she was going to let her guard down till she was very sure that his mind and soul was truly hers and hers alone.
A week passed… and Anastasia and her men finally let down their guard…
Finally… I'm reaching a part that I like…