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Your Story: Part Four

Previously, on Your Story: I bet you’re probably thinking: how did you get here? You can’t quite recall how we met or who said the first word (it was you, by the way) and now here you are.  I imagine you, sitting over there nonchalant with your toes tucked up under you, hiding in the crevice of your bare kneecaps, seeking warmth. You’re pretending like you don’t care, like this moment doesn’t matter but you can’t pretend forever.
You know what you did.

…and it’s time the world did too.

You were so alive. You don’t even know what I mean by that, you don’t even see it. You don’t see that your smile can end worlds. You were so sure of yourself that day, back when I heard that husky voice of yours for the first time. You probably thought you were being coy, your smile at half mast. You leaned over and said:

I mean is what I did that big of a deal? We all step over others to get what we want sometimes. Right?”

Is that right? I suppose it is. You certainly believed it at the time. And I believed you, needed to believe you. Those eyes of yours, they seemed to see that secret place inside of me. You don’t think you’re to blame for what happens next, but trust me, you are.

You see, it was you and your actions that led us both here now. You over there, casually reading this while the dim lighting of the screen illuminates your face and for once you don’t look beautiful you just look eerie. Don’t you see it yet? Don’t you realize that everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you.

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND.

You’re breathing harder now, faster and heavier because you are finally coming to understand, no you know that I am right.

You can’t judge me over there. Not when you don’t even have the entire story. But please, don’t despair. I’m sharing those secrets with you now.

This body…this blood on my clothes. NONE of this matters if you can’t understand me. HEAR me.

Heh…you’re wondering who I killed now, aren’t you? You’re not even surprised because you saw this coming. You knew what I would do and yet you waited. And that makes you just as liable as me…

Now you’re wondering if that could possibly be true. Are you liable? well, let’s review the facts:

That day…that beautiful day we met in late July, it was cold in the office. I remember regretting that I hadn’t thought to bring my jacket in from the car- noted the bite to the air in the icy chill to your fingers.

They clutched my hand tight, your fingers strong and clammy around mine. And then that smile…NO! I will not allow you to distract me, not even now when the very memory of that day is branded into my soul. You’re listening now, don’t think I haven’t noticed. I know that you’re just biding your time, waiting for more details as I slowly leech them out to you. You are on my time now and I know how that must irk you. Go ahead, turn away if you must but that doesn’t make me disappear. That won’t erase what I’ve done or the blood that is on both of our hands.

I was mesmerized by you- captivated from that first moment. I was nervous, you didn’t see it, didn’t even know at the time that I would become someone who was so important to you. And I am still? Do you still think of me at night? I think you do.

When I shook your hand that day in July and you gave me that smile for the first time I knew I was yours. When you asked me later if what you did was a big deal I told you no because I didn’t want you to think that I saw you as any less than the living deity you are. But here is the first thing that I want to make completely clear to you about that day back in July:

I lied…to be continued.

Come back next Wednesday to find out what happens next and as always please comment anything you’d like to see happen and I’ll include it in the next segment 🙂

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