I find myself sitting on this chair again. It’s hard and uncomfortable, cold and worn, much like how I’ve felt over the past few years. Life was different before I started coming to this office. For the past six months, I’ve made my way to Berckler Street, to the 6th floor, the second door on the right. There’s a garden with seasonal flowers in front of the building. When I first started coming in the spring, it was a lovely sight. Today is another warm November day, and despite living here for over ten years, I’m still not used to this weather at this time of year.

The reception area is welcoming, with a white desk and a couple of seats for visitors. A large canvas print of the corporate emblem hangs on the wall behind the desk. I nod and give a half-smile to the receptionist as I pass by and take the stairs, ascending slowly, wanting to delay the moment I have to talk about my past lives. Usually, the hallway and waiting area are empty, making me feel nervous, like a child waiting outside the principal’s office.

I try to find a comfortable position to sit in and take my phone out of my purse, noticing that I am five minutes early. My mind races with agitation, unsure of where the hypnosis will take me this time. Each session transports me to a different period in my life, revealing facets of myself I never imagined. It’s both thrilling and terrifying to “travel in time,” as I like to call it. I have a book in my bag, but I hesitate to take it out, hearing Camille’s voice growing closer to the door, signaling that my turn is about to come.

As I stand by the door, it swings open, revealing a man who instantly draws my attention. He is tall and confident, with a pleasant smile on his face. When our gazes lock, my heart skips a beat. I realize I’ve seen him a few times before but have never had the opportunity to speak with him. I attempt to remain calm as he approaches, but my palms are already sweaty.

“Have a great day, Julian,” she says. “See you next week.” Camille turns to me and says, “Good afternoon, darling. You look great today! Come on in.”

He smiles at me, and I find myself captivated by his gaze. We share a modest grin, and he walks away, wishing me a nice day. I catch his fragrance as he passes by, and my thoughts race with all the things I want to say. For a brief moment, our gazes lock again, and I sense a mutual connection. As I watch him walk around the corner, my heart is filled with a need to see him again.

“Thank you,” I say softly, trying to avoid eye contact with her, as she can see straight into my heart and through my flushed cheeks. I remain seated until he is out of sight, then get up and walk to the office.

Camille closes the door behind me and gestures towards the sofa area next to the large window at the back of the room.

I focus on the office’s modern, simple decor, trying to distract myself. There are touches of greenery from the well-placed plants, and minimalist decorations provide a clean, serene feel. Motivational quotes and posters about natural language processing adorn the white walls, offering small, intriguing details to occupy my thoughts. The floor is a smooth wood laminate, with a few strategically placed grey rugs adding warmth to the space.

The sofa area looks inviting with its cozy couch, two armchairs, and a coffee table. Various decor items are thoughtfully arranged, and the half-closed curtains diffuse the natural light, creating a calm atmosphere. The room is soundproofed, ensuring a quiet, secure environment. The soft lighting fixtures enhance the relaxed ambiance, promoting a sense of comfort and openness.

As I sit on the couch, I try to focus on the textures around me—the softness of the cushions, the slight roughness of the wooden table. For the first few seconds, I feel a tingling sensation, like a thousand needles, traveling from the soles of my feet, up my legs, through my spine, and exiting through the top of my head. I concentrate on this sensation, using it to ground myself and push away thoughts of Julian. Gradually, the discomfort fades, and I remember to breathe deeply, letting the soothing environment help me relax and refocus.

Camille takes a seat across from me, her professional yet warm demeanor putting me somewhat at ease. She flips open her notepad and looks at me with a patient smile.

“So, how are you feeling today?” she asks.

I hesitate, my mind still lingering on Julian. “A bit distracted,” I admit, trying to shake off the feeling.

Camille nods understandingly. “It’s normal to have days like that. Anything specific on your mind?”

I take a deep breath, considering how much to reveal. “There was this man… Julian. He was just here before me. I felt this… connection. It was unexpected.”

Her eyes light up with interest, but she remains professional. “Unexpected connections can be quite powerful. Do you want to talk more about it?”

I fidget with my hands, torn between my thoughts of Julian and the purpose of my visit. “I’m not sure. I keep thinking about him, but I also know I need to focus on our session.”

Camille leans forward slightly. “It’s important to address what’s on your mind, even if it seems off-topic. Sometimes, these unexpected feelings can be linked to deeper thoughts or emotions. Do you feel a strong urge to see him again?”

I nod, the longing evident in my voice. “Yes, very much so. I almost feel like running out of here just to catch up with him.”

Camille’s expression softens, and she gives me a moment to process. “It’s interesting how our minds can fixate on something new, especially when we’re dealing with a lot internally. Let’s explore this feeling. What do you think it is about Julian that draws you so strongly?”

I pause, searching for the right words. “I don’t know… maybe it’s his confidence, his smile. It’s like he carries this energy that I’m drawn to.”

She writes a few notes, then looks back at me. “It’s natural to be attracted to qualities we admire or feel we lack. But I want to remind you that your sessions here are a space for you to explore your own journey. Feeling a connection with someone is wonderful, but it’s also important to stay grounded in your own progress.”

I sigh, feeling the conflicting emotions pulling at me. “You’re right. It’s just… hard. I can’t stop thinking about him.”

Camille offers a reassuring smile. “Let’s focus on what you can control. If Julian is meant to be a part of your journey, it will happen naturally. For now, let’s concentrate on what brought you here. Can you tell me about your past lives? How are you feeling about them today?”

I take another deep breath, trying to shift my focus. “Each time I go under hypnosis, I visit a different period of my life. It’s fascinating but also overwhelming. I see myself in ways I never imagined, and it’s both exciting and scary.”

Camille nods. “It’s a lot to process, and it’s normal to feel that way. Remember, each session is a step toward understanding yourself better. Let’s work through these feelings together. You’re not alone in this.”

Her words comfort me, and I feel the urge to run after Julian slowly fade. I lean back into the couch, ready to delve into my past lives and the journey within myself.

Camille dims the lights slightly and begins her usual soothing induction, guiding me into a state of relaxation. Her voice is calm and rhythmic, lulling me into a deep, meditative state.

“Imagine yourself walking down a path,” she says. “It’s a familiar path, one you’ve walked many times in these sessions. As you continue, you come to a door. When you’re ready, open the door and step into a past life.”

I picture the door in my mind, taking a deep breath before opening it. I step through and find myself in a bustling medieval marketplace. The sounds of vendors calling out and people chatting fill the air. I look down at myself and see I’m dressed in simple, rough-spun clothing, indicating a modest life.

As I move through the crowd, I suddenly spot a familiar face. Julian is there, but he’s not the confident, modern man I saw earlier. Instead, he’s a clumsy juggler, trying to entertain a small crowd with mixed success. He’s dropping balls left and right, much to the amusement of the onlookers.

I can’t help but laugh at the sight. Julian, the man who seemed so perfect, is now fumbling in the middle of the market. He sees me and gives a sheepish grin, shrugging as if to say, “What can you do?”

Intrigued, I approach him. “Having a bit of trouble there?” I tease.

He chuckles, catching a ball only to drop it again. “You could say that. Juggling isn’t exactly my strong suit.”

We both laugh, and the tension I’ve felt around him begins to dissolve. In this past life, he’s just a regular person with his own struggles, not the enigmatic figure I’ve built up in my mind.

“Maybe you should try something else,” I suggest playfully. “Like, I don’t know, being a knight or a blacksmith.”

Julian laughs, finally catching all the balls and managing a somewhat successful juggle. “I’ll keep that in mind. But for now, I’m stuck with this.”

As we continue to chat, I realize that this version of Julian is just as endearing as the one I was so drawn to. He’s human, flawed, and trying his best, just like me.

Suddenly, Camille’s voice starts to guide me back to the present. “When you’re ready, walk back through the door and return to the present moment. Feel yourself coming back to this time and place.”

I open my eyes, the market scene fading away. Camille is sitting across from me, her expression curious.

“How do you feel?” she asks.

I burst into laughter, feeling a mix of relief and amusement. “You’re not going to believe this, but I found Julian in my past life. He was a juggler, and he was terrible at it!”

Camille laughs with me. “That’s quite a twist! How does that change how you feel about him?”

I take a deep breath, still giggling. “It makes me realize that I’ve been idealizing him too much. He’s just a person, with his own flaws and funny moments. I don’t feel the same urgency to chase after him anymore. In fact, I hope I don’t run into him anytime soon. I’d be too embarrassed after seeing him in that situation!”

Camille smiles warmly. “It’s good to see you’re able to find humor and perspective in this experience. It’s an important step in understanding yourself and your feelings.”

I nod, feeling a sense of lightness and clarity. “Yeah, it is. Thanks, Camille.”

As I leave the office, I feel a new sense of freedom. My mind is no longer preoccupied with thoughts of Julian. Instead, I’m focused on my own journey, ready to face whatever comes next with a lighter heart and a brighter outlook.

Before I go home I decide to stop for a coffee at the café down the street. I need something to help me clear my head after the intense session. The air is crisp, and the late afternoon sun casts a warm glow on the buildings. As I walk into the café, I spot an empty table by the window and make a beeline for it. The familiar hum of the coffee machines and the murmur of conversations create a comforting background noise. I order a latte and settle into my seat, pulling out my phone to distract myself.

Just as I’m starting to relax, I hear the door chime behind me. I look up and freeze. It’s Julian. He hasn’t seen me yet, and for a split second, I consider ducking under the table. But it’s too late. He turns and our eyes meet.

“Hey,” he says, with that same charming smile. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Hi, Julian,” I manage to respond, hoping my voice doesn’t betray my nervousness. “Yeah, what a coincidence.”

He walks over, coffee in hand. “Mind if I join you?”

“Sure,” I say, forcing a smile. I mentally brace myself for the awkwardness that’s bound to follow.

Julian sits down, and there’s a brief, uncomfortable silence. I fumble with my phone, pretending to check something important. Julian clears his throat, trying to break the ice.

“So, how was your session?” he asks, clearly trying to make conversation.

“It was… interesting,” I reply, thinking back to the vision of him as a clumsy juggler. I suppress a giggle and sip my latte.

He looks curious. “Interesting how?”

I hesitate, unsure how much to share. “I saw someone I didn’t expect to see,” I say vaguely, hoping to steer the conversation away from the specifics.

Julian laughs, a warm, genuine sound. “Well, I hope it was a good surprise.”

I smile, feeling the tension ease a bit. “It was definitely surprising.”

We chat for a while, and I start to relax. But then, in a moment of sheer clumsiness, I knock my coffee cup over, spilling it across the table. The liquid spreads rapidly, soaking the napkins and threatening to drip onto Julian’s lap.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I exclaim, grabbing napkins in a futile attempt to contain the mess.

Julian laughs again, more heartily this time, and helps me clean up. “It’s okay, really,” he says, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’ve had worse juggling disasters.”

I can’t help but laugh too, the absurdity of the situation breaking through my embarrassment. As we mop up the spill together, I feel a strange sense of camaraderie forming between us.

Once the table is clean, Julian looks at me with a playful smile. “You know, for someone I just met, you certainly keep things interesting.”

I blush, but I can’t help but smile back. “At least now we’re even,” I say with a grin.

He looks confused for a moment, then admits, “Well, I’m not the best juggler either.”

I burst out laughing, unable to contain myself. “You have no idea how true that is!” I manage to say between fits of laughter.

As we part ways outside the café, I feel lighter. The awkwardness and the laughter have somehow made the encounter less intimidating. I wave goodbye to Julian, hoping that next time we meet, it will be just as unexpected—and hopefully a little less messy.

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