Cruel games or something more ?

imageWow, at work today, in walks a man, he has an appointment with one of the other girls.
He looks at me, and I give him a smile, a nice friendly fake smile and get on with my job.
Next thing I know and I look up, to see my boss and this man standing over me.
I’m asked bluntly to make my way to the staff room.
Shit what have I done wrong?
The look on their faces is strange and I can’t work it out.
I felt like I was walking the green mile, as I close in on the staff room. My palms are hot and I feel dizzy. Kinda a little scared. I wanted it over with ASAP.

So I’m asked to sit, I can’t explain it, tears well in my eyes and I swear I was about to burst into tears.

The gent sits next to me and goes to take my hand.
I pull back letting him know, my box is out of limits. DO NOT TOUCH ME!

He explains to me that he is not there to upset me, or harm me in anyway.
I still feel very uneasy and wish he would just get on with, whatever it is.

He asks me to look at him. I do. A calm fills me as soon as I do.
Woooo where did that come from?
He starts to talk ……….
” Rose, your name is Rose, you have lost your soul mate, you are half a soul, I need to tell you, that you have to continue in your quest to be with the man you love. You are meant to be together.”

My mouth hits the floor and I stare at him.

I ask who had told him my story and that he is playing a cruel game.
His reply, was along the line of no one had sent him. He had seen a troubled soul as he passed the shop, a few days ago and he was drawn in to make an appointment, so he could speck to me.

Wow what can I say.
Either someone is playing a very sick game on me or this is really freaky.

I have an appointment with him next week, so I guess I will see what he has to say.
I guess you may get to read a little more about it later on.
Right now I have no idea, what to make of it.
I guess time will tell.


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