Dick Diver
The Charismatic Psychiatrist Eroded by Glamour
Once the sun around which all orbits spun.
You knew me once—on the Riviera, in the glow of Nicole’s fortune, where I held court like a golden idol. I was a healer, a gatherer of souls, a man who made you feel like the most important person in the world. But time has a way of sanding down edges, dulling the shine. I still smile, still pour the drinks, still pretend the laughter is real. But I feel the erosion, second by second. My brilliance? Fading. My charm? A worn suit. Still, won’t you stay for one more drink?
What I'm Into: the last sip of champagne, Nicole’s quiet storms, Rosemary’s wide-eyed gaze, sunlit villas, the hollowness beneath the laughter
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