don’t think he can hear me.
“Alex, I will tell you what is wrong with me because there is something about you I think I might like but I will only do so on one condition,” he breathes in sharply,
“Anything,” he promises.
“Don’t run away, at least pretend to be my friend after this,” My head drops forward “that bad huh?” he asks calmly and somewhat relieved.
“You have no idea,” and I can’t keep him waiting any longer.
“I am obsessive compulsive,” I say with a sigh and I see him reaching out for me, “please don’t,” I ask and he drops his arms,
“Lane,” he sighs but I stop him.
“That’s not all,” I say quietly “I also have many fears, a list actually,”
“Go on,” he encourages.
“What? Do you want to hear the list?” I ask surprised.
“Yes please,”
“Oh. People usually run at the first sentence,” I laugh but not because it’s funny. “Well, if you really need to know,” I pull up my shoulders “I do,” is his definite answer.
“Okay, but I want you to know that there are many and even though I have most of them under control, any stupid thing can trigger it and then I have it bad again.” “I understand,” he says dryly
“Ok, here goes nothing...
Agliophobia (fear of pain),
Agoraphobia (fear of open spaces or crowds),
Aichmophobia (fear of needles or pointed objects),
Androphobia (fear of men),
Anginophobia (fear of angina or choking),
Aphenphosmphobia (fear of being touched),
Arachnophobia (fear of spiders).
The spider one is very intense,” I mumble
“Carry on” he begs
“Astraphobia (fear of thunder and lightning),
Ataxophobia (fear of disorder or untidiness),
This one is also rather bad,” he doesn’t say a word, I continue.
“Atelophobia (fear of imperfection),
Atychiphobia (fear of failure),
Bacteriophobia (fear of bacteria),
Claustrophobia (fear of confined spaces),
Extreme!” I say rather loudly
“Dystychiphobia (fear of accidents),
Hemophobia (fear of blood),
Mysophobia (fear of dirt and germs),
Necrophobia (fear of death),
Nyctophobia (fear of the dark),
Pteromerhanophobia (fear of flying)
Hydrophobia (fear of water)”,
I take a deep breath and blow it out in a rather unfeminine way. He whistles then says, “That’s quite a list,” I laugh out loud,
“And that’s quite the understatement of the year.” I get up and dust the sand from my behind, “where are we going?” he asks and gets up as well. “Don’t you want to go now?” I ask rather confused,
“Not yet, no,” he says and I think I have crossed the confusion line, “you mean you want to know more?” I ask bewildered.
“Is there more?” he asks and I think I see a stunned expression on his face. “Not really, no,” I say and hide my smile.
“Ok, good,” he sighs a bit relieved. “Do you mind if we sit again?” he asks but sits down in anyway, facing the sea. I sigh deeply this time and turn to face him. “What are you thinking?”
“I am not sure about...”
“I understand,” I say and turn away from him.
“No, you don’t, I wanted to say I am not sure about all of them, but there is medication that can help for many.”
“Ah, I see,” I throw my head back and grin unfriendly. “Who are you to try and prescribe to me what I need to do about my fears?”
“Lane, it’s not like that at all, I just want to help.”
“Well don’t,” I say and get up to leave. He grabs my arm so I can’t get up. I flinch loudly, “Sorry,” he says, and let’s go of my arm immediately “I won’t do that again.”
I sit down again and he looks at me with those stupefying blue eyes. “I promise never to talk about your condition again without your approval. I also promise never to touch you again against your will.”
“That’s a lot to promise,” I lift my brow, “are you sure you can do that?”
“I will do it,” he says with authority.
“Okay then,” I breathe out and relax just a tad. Geez, what
“Alex, I will tell you what is wrong with me because there is something about you I think I might like but I will only do so on one condition,” he breathes in sharply,
“Anything,” he promises.
“Don’t run away, at least pretend to be my friend after this,” My head drops forward “that bad huh?” he asks calmly and somewhat relieved.
“You have no idea,” and I can’t keep him waiting any longer.
“I am obsessive compulsive,” I say with a sigh and I see him reaching out for me, “please don’t,” I ask and he drops his arms,
“Lane,” he sighs but I stop him.
“That’s not all,” I say quietly “I also have many fears, a list actually,”
“Go on,” he encourages.
“What? Do you want to hear the list?” I ask surprised.
“Yes please,”
“Oh. People usually run at the first sentence,” I laugh but not because it’s funny. “Well, if you really need to know,” I pull up my shoulders “I do,” is his definite answer.
“Okay, but I want you to know that there are many and even though I have most of them under control, any stupid thing can trigger it and then I have it bad again.” “I understand,” he says dryly
“Ok, here goes nothing...
Agliophobia (fear of pain),
Agoraphobia (fear of open spaces or crowds),
Aichmophobia (fear of needles or pointed objects),
Androphobia (fear of men),
Anginophobia (fear of angina or choking),
Aphenphosmphobia (fear of being touched),
Arachnophobia (fear of spiders).
The spider one is very intense,” I mumble
“Carry on” he begs
“Astraphobia (fear of thunder and lightning),
Ataxophobia (fear of disorder or untidiness),
This one is also rather bad,” he doesn’t say a word, I continue.
“Atelophobia (fear of imperfection),
Atychiphobia (fear of failure),
Bacteriophobia (fear of bacteria),
Claustrophobia (fear of confined spaces),
Extreme!” I say rather loudly
“Dystychiphobia (fear of accidents),
Hemophobia (fear of blood),
Mysophobia (fear of dirt and germs),
Necrophobia (fear of death),
Nyctophobia (fear of the dark),
Pteromerhanophobia (fear of flying)
Hydrophobia (fear of water)”,
I take a deep breath and blow it out in a rather unfeminine way. He whistles then says, “That’s quite a list,” I laugh out loud,
“And that’s quite the understatement of the year.” I get up and dust the sand from my behind, “where are we going?” he asks and gets up as well. “Don’t you want to go now?” I ask rather confused,
“Not yet, no,” he says and I think I have crossed the confusion line, “you mean you want to know more?” I ask bewildered.
“Is there more?” he asks and I think I see a stunned expression on his face. “Not really, no,” I say and hide my smile.
“Ok, good,” he sighs a bit relieved. “Do you mind if we sit again?” he asks but sits down in anyway, facing the sea. I sigh deeply this time and turn to face him. “What are you thinking?”
“I am not sure about...”
“I understand,” I say and turn away from him.
“No, you don’t, I wanted to say I am not sure about all of them, but there is medication that can help for many.”
“Ah, I see,” I throw my head back and grin unfriendly. “Who are you to try and prescribe to me what I need to do about my fears?”
“Lane, it’s not like that at all, I just want to help.”
“Well don’t,” I say and get up to leave. He grabs my arm so I can’t get up. I flinch loudly, “Sorry,” he says, and let’s go of my arm immediately “I won’t do that again.”
I sit down again and he looks at me with those stupefying blue eyes. “I promise never to talk about your condition again without your approval. I also promise never to touch you again against your will.”
“That’s a lot to promise,” I lift my brow, “are you sure you can do that?”
“I will do it,” he says with authority.
“Okay then,” I breathe out and relax just a tad. Geez, what
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