( WP ) Two patients of the same therapist seperately each confess a secret love for each over but refuse to act . The therapist stuggles between saying nothing and keeping the oath of doctor-patient confidentiality or breaking the oath and informing these star-crossed lovers of their mutual affection .

*My native language is n't English. This is my first writing in years. Please be honest, but a bit kind. * 
 
 `` Good morning, mister Richtig.'' 
 
 `` Oh please doctor, just call me Gerald. Everyone does.'' 
 
 It ai n't the first time the conversation starts like this, and it wo n't be the last. 
 
 `` As you wish, Gerald. So, how can I help you?'' 
 
 `` Doctor, I'm troubled.'' 
 
 `` How so?'' 
 
 `` There's this girl. Well. Woman. No, madame. No wait, yes. Yes, she's a madame.'' 
 
 `` Can I know this'madame' her name?'' 
 
 `` Maybe later doctor.'' 
 
 `` Of course.'' 
 
 Gerald sighs. 
 
 `` I do n't know doctor. It's eating me. I'm not enough for her. She's so.. alive! She's active, agressive, even. She embazzles me wherever I see her. I do n't see her often though. Even though she's there a lot. Well. Maybe most of the times. Or everytime. She's the world. If you see her doctor, you'll know what I mean. Her eyes are filled with fury of the worst kind, yet her touch controls me. Her hair smells like burnt ashes and darkness follows her where she goes. The world seems to bend where she is, my world at least does. I do n't know how but her words are filled with anger and hate and passion and love, all at the same time. She's the worst person I've ever met, but her words are upright and true. It's not her fault. Maybe it's mine. Maybe. Do n't blaim her, please.'' 
 
 `` Wow, Gerald. That's something. The last time we talked about.. this person, you were afraid of her. How has that changed?'' 
 
 Gerald does n't seem to notice the doctor speaking and continues talking. 
 
 `` Doctor. I do n't know how to say this, but I do n't know if I can live without her being here. The world just seems to bright. I can't.. I...'' 
 
 Gerald pauses for a moment. 
 
 `` She's the only thing that's real to me. Truly doctor, I never know when I'm living or dreaming, but when I'm with her, it's... real. Life is real when she's around.'' 
 
 The doctor nods to a dark person, who is standing in the shadows. 
 
 The doctor suddenly raises his voice and angerly screams. 
 
 **'' Gerald, bene vobis rem. Et corpus est, ut hinc requies mea magna valde misericordia tua, et usque ad te a liberis. Et iterum. `` ** 
 
 
 `` Hello?'' 
 
 `` Hello.'' 
 
 `` How are you?'' 
 
 `` Fuck. I've seen light. I've seen it. Yet I can not walk towards it, since it'll crush me. Out of devine interest I have been walking. I have been crawling towards it. It burns me but he's so beautiful. He's so pure. His words are filled with kindness and his life is so fucking good. He shines like a fire but the only thing he burns is me. Where he goes goodness follows. How pure can a person be? How fucking pure?'' 
 
 `` May I call you by your name?'' 
 
 `` Yes, doctor.'' 
 
 `` Miss Falsch. You know the time is there, right?'' 
 
 Miss Falsch sighs and slowly moves her chin towards the doctor. 
 
 `` Yes, doctor. I know it's time.'' 
 
 `` Can you try to move into the light? Just one more time? Please?'' 
 
 `` No doctor. It'll kill me. It'll kill him too, I know.'' 
 
 In the corner of the eye of the doctor a tear starts to form. 
 
 `` But maybe. Maybe it'll bring you together. Maybe. Ca n't you just try?'' 
 
 `` No. Doctor. You promised me. It's time.'' 
 
 `` Then I'll let you two go. I must. I'm sorry.'' 
 
 `` Do n't be, doctor. This ai n't the first body and it wo n't be the last.'' 
 
 Suddenly the voice changes. 
 
 `` I'm sorry about the killings. I had to give her time. I can not live without her. I still hope.'' 
 
 
 The doctor quietly walks out of the door and gives a hint to the black figure, which closes the door and starts the procedure. A soft singing of true voices starts to rise. It's the most peculiar combining of the pure, sound voice of an adolescent male and the develish, screaming cries of an adult woman. 
 
 `` Now, tie my legs with leather. 
 
 Pull me neck towards the rope. 
 
 Why ca n't we just live together? 
 
 Let me live, let me hope. 
 
 
 The sun will shine 
 
 And again will fall the rain.'' 
 
 Female: `` But as my wind will whine.'' 
 
 Male: `` So will my sun dance of pain.'' 
 
 
 `` Kill me. 
 
 Take me. 
 
 Love me. 
 
 Leave me.'' 
 
 
 `` Kill me. 
 
 Take me. 
 
 Love me. 
 
 Leave me.'' 
 
 
 
 
 † 
 
 Here lies the body of Richard Walker. 
 
 Now he may rest in peace. 
 
 1673 

