The hypnosis session for Elisa took place a week later. After being hypnotized, Elisa no longer resisted psychological touch.
Whatever the psychiatrist said, she responded accordingly. From being calm at the beginning to trembling and finally sobbing.
The stones that weighed on Elisa were gradually lifted, revealing her scarred and decaying skin, with bones visible underneath.
“Tell me about your relationship with Hamish.”
Upon hearing the name “Hamish,” she shrank her shoulders and tightly wrapped her arms around herself. She felt fear towards that name, trembling all over when she heard it.
The psychiatrist quickly reassured her, saying, “Don’t worry, it’s just you and me here. No one else can hear.”
The psychiatrist didn’t know how long it took to calm her down before Elisa opened up, trembling as she recounted the events of sixteen years ago when she met Hamish, and how everything had changed since then.
The psychiatrist listened with a trembling heart, remaining silent for a while before coming back to his senses. “Why were you so persistently in love with him for sixteen years? Why did it last for so long?”
Sixteen years, a whole sixteen years, not just sixteen days.
Elisa shook her head, her eyes glazed for a moment. She murmured, “Because no one has ever been kind to me.”
They say that falling in love with someone can make you willingly act foolish, but Elisa’s situation couldn’t be called foolishness anymore.
It was like waiting for hope in despair, longing for a ray of light in the darkness, and Hamish was Elisa’s light. He unintentionally ignited the twilight in her eyes by overturning a candle.
Unfortunately, now that light was growing dimmer and dimmer.
For seven-year-old Elisa, Hamish was her redemption, but little did she expect that he would pass her by the moment he touched her, turning her hope into despair. She would rather he had never saved her.
This hypnosis session lasted for two hours. The doctor came out of the ward and glanced at Hamish sitting on the long bench in the corridor.
Seeing him come out, Hamish quickly stood up and asked, “How is she? What did she say?”
“She spoke. The psychiatrist looked deeply into Hamish’s eyes and said in a low voice, “Her current condition is closely related to you. In her heart, you are her destiny.”
Hamish’s heart trembled, and he interrupted the doctor, “Her destiny?”
The doctor nodded, thinking about the words Elisa had just said to him inside, and continued, “You used to be her hope, her salvation. But after marrying you, you repeatedly hurt her, causing endless disappointment. After the child in her womb was killed, she collapsed.”
Hamish used to be Elisa’s destiny, but now Elisa had lost her sense of purpose.
“How could this happen?”
The psychiatrist frowned and nodded, “Mr. Burns, do you remember the scene when you first met Miss Powell?”
“It was six years ago at a banquet.”
The psychiatrist was somewhat surprised because what Hamish said was completely different from what Elisa had said. “Miss Powell said she had known you for sixteen years, that you had saved her in an amusement park.”
“I saved her? Elisa has mentioned several times that they knew each other sixteen years ago, but he had no memory of Elisa. Moreover, saving someone should be a memorable event, but he had no impression of it at all.”
The psychiatrist realized, “Could it be that she mistook someone else for you?”
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Hamish’s face darken.
If his memory was correct, it could only mean that Elisa had mistaken someone else for him. The thought that Elisa had married him, thinking he was someone else who had treated her well, weighed heavily on his heart like a massive stone.
Hamish clenched his fists, trying to regulate his breathing. Despite his efforts, he still felt a twisting pain in his heart, spreading through his veins and reaching every corner of his body, contorting his face with agony.