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WARNING: POV SWITCH!
I sighed, frustrated with myself. It was happening again, the inevitable argument after the evitable slip-up on my part.
“How is this concept so hard for you to understand? Look at me! Why? Why, why, why can’t you just keep your mouth shut so that we can finally live in peace?” Her face twisted with suppressed emotion as she pounded at my chest before sliding down to sit on the damp cobblestones at our feet, leaning against the wall behind us as if asking it for moral and emotional support in dealing with me, the one thing, at this time, that was keeping her from obtaining the perfect life that she had never had, and, with me in the picture, probably wouldn’t have for a very long time.
I snapped out of my silent self-remonstrations at this point, when she switched to the pleading tone that made my heart alternately melt and then speed up, as if it were trying to decide between making me, with a painful twist, wonder what I could do to help her and making me go over the options for what I could do to defend her from some hidden force that was causing her pain.
“Listen, Ja—Shirley” Whoops, that was close a dire thought sinuously wormed its way into my head Too close, don’t let it happen again. “Remember, I’m new to this whole secrecy thing, I’m not like you, I can’t just drop my entire life, my established identity, my, well, everything, each time someone finds out about us, about who we are, who I became when I joined you.”
With this, I slid down the rough-hewn stone wall behind us, crouching next to her. Her silhouette, outlined by a faint blue halo from the full moon overhead seemed to droop, making me feel as if a powerful wave of remorse was washing over me and drowning all my senses. I reached out to her, enveloping her in my arms as she collapsed completely.
She nodded and began to cry, sobbing softly into my denim jacket when all the while I hugged her to myself tightly, ignoring the pain I was causing my bruised and battered body.
I shook my head hard, trying to rid myself of the thought that I was causing her this pain, this inner pain that I couldn’t quench with a deluge of love, this deep ache that no amount of hugs could soothe. To say the least, this made me feel like a horrendous person. I shook my head again, vainly attempting to calm my troubled musings Happy thoughts, happy thoughts!
She misunderstood the action and was instantly contrite, “I’m sorry,” she looked down at her bent knees, “I keep on forgetting that you’re not used to doing this. Hiding, I mean. I should have warned you in the very beginning to stay away from me, that it wasn’t safe if they knew about you, your connection to me, what we have. But you were my drug, the one thing that kept me from going insane and letting them have me, letting all traces of normality go.”
I looked down at her, trying not to let the throbbing ache her weight leaning me into the wall behind us was causing my bruised body show on my face, “Don’t worry about it, I made a mistake, let your name, that one forbidden fruit slip off of my tongue, and thus I paid the price. Luckily, it wasn’t as bad as last time. At least I can walk, right?”
My feeble attempt at humor withered and died before me, shriveling into a pitiful puddle at my feet. Another swell of guilt washed over me, why did I have to remind her of last time? Trying to make things better, I kissed the top of her head and breathed in her ear, “We’ll be ok, don’t worry, we always are.”
I lifted her chin with my index finger until her tearstained face was looking at me, and tried to smile reassuringly at her, feeling the bones of my face creak and seem to rearrange themselves for the second time that night painfully.
We both heaved a deep sigh, turned, and went inside, me to clean myself up a bit so that I didn’t look like a walking undead, and she to return to her job.
The rich scent of coffee swirled around in the night air as the door closed behind us, whipping up eddies of air to form a light breeze that tickled the noses of those who had been watching.
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