Arwen's thoughts returned to the dreams she had recently started to have often. She has no idea if it was amnesia that had probed her to forget all that, but whatever it was she wanted to make it clear today.
Therefore, when the doctor asked her, she had no plans to hide anything.
She shifted a little in her seat as she stared up at the doctor and replied, "I have no dical records of amnesia, but I don't rember the mories from my old school days. It's like even after seeing the faces of the students that I once sat with through the classes, it doesn't stir up any mory."
The doctor halted at her words as if analysing the cause before he asked again. "What was your age back then? Were you in your teens?"
Arwen paused but then nodded.
The doctor again thought for a mont before he looked back at her recent reports. Understanding sothing, he shook his head. "If you don't have any dical records of amnesia, I don't think you have forgotten anything."
He paused and then continued again. "Although it's rare, there are cases where kids forget things of his or her childhood. I think you have a similar case, Mrs. Winslow. You might have forgotten your old peers' faces but I doubt you have forgotten any deep mory that could been important for you."
The glitter of expectation dimd in Arwen's gaze. But still, she asked, "Then how will you explain the dreams I have been recently having? They all don't just look like dreams; they look like a reality that I seed to have forgotten."
"That," the doctor didn't hesitate this ti. He simply seed too sure of his analysis. "Mrs. Winslow, as said before, your restlessness during the sleep must be because you have been tiring yourself out. Once you start having proper rest, you won't have it again."
Arwen frowned, not ready to believe it. "But doctor, what if I say that I can draw connections between my dreams and reality."
The doctor halted, arching brow at her as if wanting to hear more.
Seeing him like that, Arwen continued, willing to explain what she ant —not for the doctor to understand her situation, but rather because she wanted to get a solution to it.
If she had forgotten sothing, she wanted to rember it badly.
However, whenever she tried by herself, she could feel a familiar headache coming back to her, preventing her from diving into details.
"These dreams do not just seem real but they connect to reality as well. Although I don't rember the face I see in my dream, I hear him addressing the sa way my husband does," she said her mory flashing back to the dream when he heard him calling her Moon, the sa way Aiden does. "I might not be able to see the face clearly, but I can't forget the eyes I have seen. They look so much alike to my husband's. It always feels like that's the mory I had once shared with him but sohow forgotten it."
As she tried to explain, she didn't realize when her voice started to rise in an octave of sothing akin to desperation.
But when she realized, she didn't care. She just wanted to know if … if by any chance there was a possibility that it was truly a mory she had forgotten.
A mory … a mory she had with Aiden.
The doctor stared at her and then slowly her lips curled up in a smile poof of understanding. "May I ask if Mrs. Winslow has known her husband from before?" he asked as if that question alone could help solve the mystery.
And the more it felt like that, the more Arwen hesitated.
Seeing her silent for longer than anticipated, the doctor thought to explain his question better. "I an before you married him, did you know him?"
Arwen still looked hesitant, but anyway, she answered, "I don't know. I always had a sense of familiarity around him, but I don't rember him from the past."
"Then, I would ask, how does Mr. Winslow treat you? Is he —"
Before he could even ask further, Arwen responded willingly, a faint smile adorning her expression,
"Oh, he treats very well —in a way no one has ever treated . He is just the kind of perfect husband I could ever wish for."
She had always wanted to appreciate him for the way he was to her, but sohow, she only realized today that she had never confessed it to him.
Maybe once he gets back, she will do …
She made a ntal note to herself as she focused back to the doctor who now had a known smile on his lips.
"There you got your answer, Mrs. Winslow," he asked, and at her words, Arwen simply frowned in confusion.
"What do you an?" she asked, hesitant. "What answer?"
The doctor looked at her and patiently explained. "Mrs. Winslow, what you are experiencing is nothing but a yearning desire for your husband. You are feeling overwheld and want to draw so deep connection with him, one that goes back in ti. And that's why you think you once shared a past with him when in reality, maybe you had never."
Arwen's frown deepened.
She didn't want sothing deeper with him —one that dates back. But could she really be just illusioning?
Given how Aiden has always refused to know her in the past …
There seed to be a strong possibility. But then why did she still feel like it was different?
Like, what she felt for Aiden wasn't so desire that she wanted badly … but rather it seed to be a part of sothing that she once had with him however, now had forgotten.
"Can there be no chance of it being the reality?" she asked, looking back at the doctor.
The doctor thought for a brief mont, before shaking his head. "It could have been if you had any records of partial amnesia. But since you didn't, it doesn't seem to be the case." He then paused with so thought and suggested, "But if you still want, you can always get a second opinion with a neurologist. Maybe he will be able to tell you far more in detail than I did."
Arwen's gaze shimred with so hope. A neurologist.
Will he be able to tell her better?
She was not yet ready to give up on the possibility that she felt her soul strongly affirming inside.
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