Garden In The Ceiling
Prologue
(Norway x Reader)
Please comment if you'd like me to continue this, if not then I'll take this as a no-go series.
Song(s)- Garden In The Ceiling by Worlds End Girlfriend: watch?v=2dUwXTY3k8k&feature=kp
(This is going to be the series theme throughout the story)
She Was Constantly Inconsistent When Making Amends
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Would he be ok?
Would I be ok living like this?
Should I take him?
Should I just leave?
That was always an option. I could always just leave. Leave him in his hospital room in Oslo and runoff somewhere to avoid confrontation with the man.
That poor, deranged man. Always in his wonderland of old myths which the patient also seemed to deem real. Oh what heartache he must have been to his family; posed such a threat to the surroundings around him. Weather to let him outside with the fairies to dance and lollygag or let him inside with the trolls and let them hack at his skin. Either one of the following must have put a large dent in their relationships as well as wallets.
His eccentric blue eyes always dulled, ash blonde hair that once was parted with a large silver clip, and an ageless face. But if you watched him at just the right moment, just the right angle to study him at then you'd see it. You'd see the bright tint that was only visible when she was around. The delusional characteristics of his only got worse when she was around; it caused my heart to throb every time I watched, they'd take him away every time it happened though, to live out his fantasies for a little while. His vile reputation and traumatic convolutions only caused us doctors to go even more mad! Why couldn't he just be normal! Why couldn't he have been someone whom I'd met on the street! Why did he have to be one of my incurable patients? Why did he-no…..Stop it, you'll only make it harder on yourself.
So could I just leave him here to die? I was the only person whom he could openly converse with without losing it. He seemed like a completely different person when he was with me, very calm, quiet, secluded, and even intelligent…. within a matter of days I'd fallen head over heels with him. But his other self...when he'd lose himself in the madness I didn't even recognize him, it was scary yet it made my one sided relationship with him even more erotic. It made it feel even more promiscuous and wrong which made it feel right. Was something wrong with me? I'd gone over this with myself, to love an insane person….? Was that even heard of?
No, I think it would be best if I just left him to Oliver; his methods seemed to do better then mine. There, now that goes to show what a good doctor could do, he loved his patients, he loved them so much that he decided to make a separate living courters on the first floor so that he would be a 24 hour doctor. Insane right? Wrong, it was a beautiful thing, something only a dedicated doctor would do.
See that wasn't so hard.
Just leave the man of your heartache, it would never get better. No matter how many dosages he takes and how many procedures we put him through he could never be yours. For he belonged to his fantasyland created by his lover, Schizophrenia.
I sighed, "Why was I constantly running in circles?" Only insanity could tell me.
Oh, Schizophrenia… How I envy you.
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Confusing right? Insert Russia's laugh that's a good thing, I'll be sure stay in touch.
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