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1

“It’s so good to see you,” she says; she has walked straight to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rests her forehead onto his shoulder, then moves up to rest her chin on it. He hesitates; his arms stay still, then move up and rest delicately on her shoulders, refusing to squeeze, to hold her tight.

“I have something I have to tell you,” he says, and she finally lets go and takes a step back. There is hope in her eyes but as she sees none in his it begins to lay down and sleep, and die.

He tells her what he truly feels, that he feels nothing, that he has never felt anything, that he only enjoyed the attention, the pleasure. Woman, I never knew you, he says. Woman, I only used you; woman, “I never loved you.”

She hears this news and begins to back away slowly from him, though she truly only wants to move closer. She wants to hold him again, to feel his warmth again, to have his arms wrap around her one last time. She wants him to care. But he cares not. She wants him to feel. But he feels not. She wants him to change. But he changeth not.

She feels like running away now. Running away from him. The look in his eyes is not sadness. It is pity. It is like a façade is before his eyes and behind the façade is a caring man. But she cannot know for certain whether there was ever a caring man inside of him. She wonders how much has been a lie.

2

“It’s so good to see you,” she says; she has walked straight to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rests her forehead onto his shoulder, then moves up to rest her chin on it. He hesitates; his arms stay still, then move up and rest delicately on her shoulders, refusing to hold her tight.

“I have something I have to tell you,” he says, and she finally lets go and takes a step back. There is hope in her eyes but as she sees none in his it begins to lay down and sleep, and die.

He tells her what he truly feels, that he feels nothing, that he has never felt anything, that he only enjoyed the attention, the pleasure. Woman, I never knew you, he says. Woman, I only used you, Woman, “I never loved you.”

She hears this news and begins to back away slowly from him. She reaches out and feels, grabs the sofa’s back. She begins to lean her weight on it.

“I am sorry I led you on this long. You deserve better.”

She does not say anything.

 

He takes a step forward and she takes a step back. He reaches out his hand and she withdraws hers. He asks her to reply and she says nothing. She takes another step back, then turns around and leaves. She leaves.

He stands there for a minute, then he goes too. They do not come back.

 

3

“It’s so good to see you,” she says; she has walked straight to him and wrapped her arms around his chest. She rests her forehead onto his shoulder, then moves up to rest her nose on it, eyes closed.

“I have something I have to tell you,” he says, and she finally lets go and takes a step back. There is hope in her eyes but as she sees none in his it begins to lay down and sleep, and die.

He tells her what he truly feels, that he feels nothing, that he has never felt anything, that he only enjoyed the attention, the pleasure. Woman, I never knew you, he says; woman, I only used you, he says. Woman, “I never loved you.”

She hears this news and begins to back away slowly from him. She reaches out and feels for, grabs the sofa’s back. She begins to lean on it with both hands.

“I am sorry I led you on this long. You deserve better.”

She does not say anything.

 

He takes a step forward and she takes a step back. He reaches out his hand and she withdraws hers. He asks her to reply and she says nothing. She takes another step back, then turns around, and she leaves.

He stands there for a minute, then he leaves. They do not come back.

4

“It’s so good to see you,” he says; she has walked straight to him and stops a few feet away. She smiles with a twinkle of bittersweet in her eye, and he looks at her with something resembling regret and apprehension.

“I have something to tell you,” she says, and he finally shifts his weight and looks away, at anyone but her. There is fear in his eyes, but as he hears the tone of her voice it begins to lay down and sleep, and die.

She tells him what she truly feels, that she feels something, that she has always felt something, that she saw more than just the attention, the pleasure. Man, I always knew you, she says; man, I know you used me, she says. Man, “I always loved you.”

He hears this news and begins to walk slowly towards her, though he truly only wants to back away. He wants to hold her again, to feel her warmth again, to have his arms wrap around her one last time. He wants to care. But he cares not. He wants to feel. But he feels not. He wants to change. But he changeth not.

“I am sorry I held back for this long. You deserve better.”

He does not say anything.

 

She takes a step forward and so does he. She reaches out her hand and he extends his. She asks him to reply and he says nothing. She takes another step forward, then reaches up and kisses him on the cheek.

He stands there for a minute, then he embraces her. They do not go back.

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