Tmwpov - Sirena Milano - First Meeting With A P... -

"Relax," she said. "We have nineteen minutes left. Let me tell you how I met the last psychologist."

She finally lifted her gaze. Her eyes were the color of a storm at sea—gray-green, with something churning underneath. A small smile tugged at her lips, but it didn't reach those eyes. TmwPOV - Sirena Milano - First meeting with a p...

Or maybe from her.

I swallowed. My pen felt heavy.

And that's when the lights flickered.

"They stop sleeping," she continued, cutting me off like I was a child. "They hear music at 3 AM. Music that isn't there. And they start writing letters. Long, beautiful letters… to me." "Relax," she said

I still had my clipboard. Still had my questions. But suddenly, the only thing I could think about was the music—faint, string-like, coming from somewhere inside the walls. Her eyes were the color of a storm