tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136092672024-03-14T00:48:50.467-07:00DreamscapesA Collection of Snippets and Short FictionAlex Mconehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16622099039379181335noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609267.post-60981305204126572912014-05-12T00:33:00.001-07:002014-05-12T00:33:34.723-07:00Aisha<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Park.<br />
<br />
The children play like there’s no tomorrow. Most of the faces are smiling, beaming almost glowing in the evening sun. Some cry over tiny matters like their lives depended on it…and then they just wipe their tears away and they’re back into the fold, back into the system. I lean back on the bench and wonder why I don’t visit the park every evening. There’s happiness here that’s unparalleled. You could get lost in it.<br />
<br />
Aisha is leaning forward and watching the children, her blue eyes sparkling. I look at her with the warmth of my heart and I feel a trembling paralyzing force overwhelm me for a second. I close my eyes and sigh. I've been getting a lot of them these days.<br />
<br />
She leans back and doesn't say anything as I place a hand on her shoulder but she doesn't move any closer. Her eyes are still sparkling like gems and she’s got a beautiful smile on her face. I watch as the wind plays with her hair, a single strand of light golden hair dancing with it. I take my hand from her shoulder and set it in place. She turns and smiles at me, looking into my eyes.<br />
<br />
She doesn't move closer.<br />
<br />
“Beautiful isn't it?” she asks.<br />
<br />
I nod. It was beautiful. Everything was beautiful, the evening, the atmosphere, the park, the children and of course, Aisha. I look back at her and keep staring at her and then give out a long sigh.<br />
<br />
Her wide eyes go slit small. She know’s exactly what I’m thinking. “You’re crazy” she says.<br />
<br />
I grin. “Yeah.”<br />
<br />
She turns back to the children and sighs content. I can see the faint rush of red in her cheeks and I’m delighted. She rarely blushes…in fact she never does. At least I haven’t seen her do it. She’s happy today and I’m happy for her. I love her more than anything else and I know she loves me too. She just won’t express it, because she’s different.<br />
<br />
She looks at her watch and I frown. She looks at me with eyebrows raised and I have the feeling of being under my mother’s eye.<br />
<br />
“Time to go sweety,” She says.<br />
<br />
“Do we have to?” I scowl.<br />
<br />
She taps her handbag. “Yes, we do.”<br />
<br />
I almost forgot about her appointment. I slap my forehead in mock disgust and I stand up along with her. She gives one final look at the children and and then she turns and walks away from them. Her time here is done.<br />
<br />
I walk with her this time able to keep up with her pace because it’s slow. I elbow her and she stops and frowns. I give her my hand to hold and she looks at and then at me. The smile’s gone and her eyes have gone hard…cold. I realize instantly that the magic has gone.<br />
<br />
“Stop fooling around.”<br />
<br />
My smile withers and dies. Her face shows no remorse on hurting me. Instead they challenge me. The park suddenly seems cold; my heart seems to be lead. Boy oh boy, she does know when to bring reality back with a bang.<br />
<br />
She walks forward and for a second I feel anger and an absurd sense of shame. I look at her walk towards the entrance and I see her posture, her stance and all those feelings are gone. I suddenly feel like giving myself a sharp kick in the ass but then again that’s the beauty of such situations. You can’t.<br />
<br />
We catch a taxi to take us to the lawyer’s office. On the way she reminds me that I have a dentist’s appointment. One tooth has been hurting me for quite some time and I completely forgot about the dentist. I wonder how she can actually remember my schedule when she’s got such a busy one for herself.<br />
<br />
She sits in the cab silent and looks out the window at the evening sky. I’m suddenly aware that she doesn’t want me here that she feels uncomfortable in me tagging along with her on her business. But she doesn’t say it aloud. If I were someone else…then she would.<br />
<br />
We reach the lawyer’s office and she pays the tab before I even get to my purse. I try to give her a disgusted look but her eyes reach mine before I do. The look tells me that this isn’t a date.<br />
<br />
Another reality lesson.<br />
<br />
“Stay here,” she says and prepares to enter the building.<br />
<br />
“Aisha…”<br />
<br />
“Stay here.” Stern.<br />
<br />
“It’s cold out here damn it!”<br />
<br />
She looks at me. “It’s a lot more cold inside.”<br />
<br />
I look at her suddenly very angry. I hate being left out like this. I want to tell her that I spend sleepless nights for her. I dream about her. I worry about her. And all she does is throw me out of her life. I want to tell her all of this in one sudden rush of emotion.<br />
<br />
Instead: “Stubborn French.”<br />
<br />
She smiles in spite of herself and leaves me alone at the door.<br />
<br />
<b>- 2 -</b><br />
<br />
Home. Ours.<br />
<br />
We walk up the stairs to our apartments. Evidently the meeting hasn’t gone well. I know why the lawyer fixes evening appointments with her. Aisha has the tendency to make a room boil, cooking everyone’s brain along with it. But with her stern face and silence on the way home…I understood that the tables were turned this time.<br />
<br />
She says nothing and I wait patiently. We come up to our respective doors and I fumble with my keys, a gesture of course, I’m not going to open it. She on the other hand just looks at the door.<br />
<br />
I look at her. “Are you going to tell me or not?”<br />
<br />
She presses her lips together and sighs. “A month. I've got a month. No more extensions, no more concessions. This is my final month.” She gives me a strained look.<br />
<br />
I wish I could help her. I wish I could do something that would help her have her home back. She’s been living here for ten years…we've been neighbors for eight and I just wish I could help her. I wish.<br />
<br />
She could move in with me but she won’t. That’s partly the reason why I want to help her. If she loses this apartment she’ll just move away from me…and then that would be it. The end. I would never see her again.<br />
<br />
But there’s nothing I can do. I’m as helpless as her.<br />
<br />
“I’m sorry.” I say.<br />
<br />
She looks down at the floor and I know she’s struggling with her tears. I move up to her and she gives me a glance from the corner of her eye but she doesn't move away from me. I pull her gently towards me and she moves without any resistance. She buries her head in my chest and I hold her and stroke her hair. I can’t tell her that it’ll be OK. I can’t tell her that everything will work out fine. But I know she needs this hug.<br />
<br />
She doesn't cry but hugs me firmly. I keep stroking her hair and and I place my lips on it. My fingers find the nape of her neck and I scratch it slowly. Her body instantly relaxes in my hands and I’m electrified.<br />
<br />
She raises her head to look at me and I look down at her. I think about how small she is, yet at the same time bigger than me. She keeps looking at me and suddenly the world around us stands still and we don’t hear the noise of traffic beneath us.<br />
<br />
I slowly bring my lips to her’s and for a moment there is no response and then suddenly there is…she kisses back with burning passion and I hold her tightly. I slip my tongue in her mouth and for a few seconds we are one.<br />
<br />
She regains her presence of mind and pushes me away from her. She moves forward and raises her hand to wipe my lips. I swat it away and pull her back towards me trying to kiss her again. But she’s determined and pushes me away. Intimacy is over.<br />
<br />
“Damn you.”<br />
<br />
She smirks and stands there looking at me, breathing heavily. We stand in silence for a few minutes none of us daring to talk.<br />
<br />
Finally I do.<br />
<br />
“You can move in with me. You can pay half the rent.”<br />
<br />
She shakes her head firmly. “No.”<br />
<br />
“You can’t live without help.”<br />
<br />
“I don’t need help.”<br />
<br />
I raise my hands in disgust. I hate her stonewalling. She’s going to lose her home and she needs me damn it, but it’s her damn ego that stands in the way.<br />
<br />
“You have a date tomorrow. Go get some sleep.” she says. Again she’s trying to be boss.<br />
<br />
“I cancelled it.”<br />
<br />
She looks at me stunned. “What?”<br />
<br />
I nod. “I called Melissa when you were at the lawyers. I told her the date was off. I told her my mother was sick.”<br />
<br />
“Your mother died three years ago! I’m calling Melissa first thing after I open this door.”<br />
<br />
I shrug and smile. “Be my guest. It’ll make things easier.”<br />
<br />
She rolls her eyes in disgust. “Joey, snap out of it. This is madness. You know it better than I do.”<br />
<br />
“Do I?”<br />
<br />
“Yes you do. Get back to earth safely before you crash.”<br />
<br />
The anger I've suppressed comes back with a vengeance. This time I make no effort to hide it. I've had enough.<br />
<br />
“Listen to me. You can keep trying to be a matchmaker and you can keep trying to make a life for me, but it’s only going to be plastic. I love you and I’m not going to go on some romance trip trying to find love when I already have someone to love. So, go ahead, try. Try beyond your wits to get rid of me but I promise you…you’re the one who’s going to crash.”<br />
<br />
A sad smile appears on her face. Pity.<br />
<br />
“You live in a wonderful fantasy world. I wish I could see it.”<br />
<br />
I take a step forward. “I can share it.”<br />
<br />
Her eyes go hard again. She shakes her head in defeat as if to tell me that I will not learn…and takes her keys out. She opens the door and I watch as her anger returns in the process.<br />
<br />
She slams the door in my face.<br />
<br />
I dig my hands into my coat pocket and my palm closes on the box I've been carrying for two weeks. Not yet, I think. Not yet.<br />
<br />
<b>- 3 -</b><br />
<br />
Café.<br />
<br />
She sips her coffee. She loves coffee. I stifle a yawn. As usual I've had a real bad sleep and it’s begun to take its toll. My knees hurt and when I yawn it’s like my entire body is screaming for sleep. I could curl up in this couch and sleep right here, right now.<br />
<br />
I watch as a man takes out a cigarette and lights it. I watch with dog eyes as he inhales and exhales a long beautiful trail of smoke. I sigh.<br />
<br />
She notices my reaction and smiles. “Tough isn't it?”<br />
<br />
I smile back. “You bet.”<br />
<br />
She holds the cup with both hands and stare out the window. She hasn't slept well either, she’s tired but she still looks fresh and ready to take on the new day. I keep looking at her features and try to remind myself that it’s seven in the morning and that it’s not exactly the time to get lost in love…but it’s hopeless. I’m thirty-three but when it comes to love I’m still a sixteen year old.<br />
<br />
She looks at me. I look back. There’s silence between us yet we say so many things. She pushes her hair behind her ear and I remind myself that these could very well be the last days I could have with her.<br />
<br />
Ouch. That hurt. You could cut yourself into pieces or do all sorts of weird things in sadism…but nothing can match the pain you get when your heart starts to hurt.<br />
<br />
“What are you going to do?” I ask her.<br />
<br />
She nods slowly. Of course she’s thought about it.<br />
<br />
“I've got an old friend back home. I spoke to her last night and she asked me to come over right away. I told her it’d take some time. I’ll be leaving by the end of this month. I want to get out before they give me another warning.”<br />
<br />
“I thought you were the girl who didn't need help. I’m giving you a chance to stay with me, keep your job and still live in this godforsaken city. If it was so easy for for you to leave then why the hell did you challenge the eviction order? Why did you fight? You could have packed your bags and left.”<br />
I place my hands over hers.<br />
<br />
“Listen to me. Move in with me. I know how hard it is for you to leave.”<br />
<br />
She looks at my hands. “I always thought that I could beat life in the long run. I was wrong.” She looks at me. “That’s one battle everyone loses.”<br />
<br />
I sigh. “It’s your life. Why would you want to fight it?”<br />
<br />
“I can’t move in with you, Joey and I can’t stay in this city if I’m not living in that apartment. I've got too many memories there.”<br />
<br />
I lean back and sigh. She looks at me with an authoritative look, almost daring me to say something. Again I've got a million retorts hanging from the tip of my tongue, but it’s her eyes that stop me. It’s the piercing look that mutes me.<br />
<br />
Again I only say, “Stubborn French.”<br />
<br />
She chuckles and I smile. Her eyes sparkle with her laughter. I love her eyes when she’s happy. I want to keep her that way, eyes sparkling forever.<br />
<br />
“I was born in France. That’s the only French connection I have. If it’s the name then I think it’s a common name.”<br />
<br />
“But you’re not common.”<br />
<br />
Her eyes turn mischievous. If she wants she can melt me like ice cream right now. “No. I’m not.”<br />
<br />
She sees whats she’s doing to me and her eyes turn cold again. She snaps her fingers and gestures to her watch. “You've got office. Go on. Get out of here.”<br />
<br />
I nod. I grip my bag. She’s gone back to her coffee.<br />
<br />
“What are you going to do?”<br />
<br />
She takes a sip. “I’ll start packing. Haven’t really done any packing. I never thought I’d have to leave.”<br />
<br />
“I’ll drop by in the evening to lend a hand.”<br />
<br />
She shakes her head in that fast negative way I hate. “No.”<br />
<br />
I stand up and look at her as she sips her coffee. No. Always, always No. I bend down, slip my hands by the side of her face and tilt it to me. Before she know’s what I’m doing I've brushed my lips across hers. I smile, take my bag and look at her as she sits fuming…angry at being caught unawares.<br />
<br />
But there’s that blush again. She loved it.<br />
<br />
“One day I’ll have you. One day.”<br />
<br />
She keeps looking at me.<br />
<br />
I give her a slight nod. “One day.”<br />
<br />
<b>- 4 -</b><br />
<br />
Home. Hers.<br />
<br />
I try the doorknob and I find it’s unlocked. I enter the apartment and I’m surprised. She’s finished more than half of her packing and she has no intention of stopping. I watch as she continues to pack her cartons with fervor.<br />
“For someone who’s going in a month, you seem to be in a real hurry.”<br />
<br />
She doesn't look at me. I guess she knew I would be coming with or without her permission. She reaches for a few books on top of the shelf.<br />
<br />
“I’m going Tuesday.”<br />
<br />
For a few seconds I stand there and blink. Did I just hear what she just said? Tuesday? Three days.<br />
<br />
She doesn't wait for me to ask her. “The more I packed, the more I realized that I just couldn't stay here any longer. I’ll go crazy in a month. There are too many memories hidden behind every nook and corner of this place.” She starts folding her tablecloth.<br />
<br />
“Then stop packing. Maybe it won’t hurt so if you stopped packing.”<br />
<br />
“Actually with the way I’m packing…I might just leave tomorrow.”<br />
<br />
“Then stop packing.”<br />
<br />
She drops the tablecloth on the floor and places both hands on her hips and presses her lips together. It’s always been her way of stopping tears and by the way I see her pressing them with intense pressure I realize how much she has to shed.<br />
<br />
But she does it again this time. She doesn't cry.<br />
<br />
I take off my coat and hang it on the holder. I stand there leaning myself against the wall and I look at her. She still stands there looking out the window, trying to regroup her emotions. I know how much she hates being confused. She doesn't understand that we’re all human. We all get confused.<br />
<br />
She sits on the chair and looks at me with wide struggling eyes. I walk up to her and pull a chair. She looks at me as I sit down and lean back.<br />
<br />
“Talk.” I say. “If you won’t cry over it…talk about it.”<br />
<br />
She looks down at the floor and at that instant something inside me flares. I've never seen her like this before. She looks helpless, defeated, defenses down.<br />
<br />
“I keep remembering the day I came here. So many dreams…so many hopes. All of them washed away now. All of them washed away now. There’s nothing left for me now…no dreams, no future. It’s funny isn't it how things can just change for you. Ten years ago I could never have imagined myself like this. I never thought I would lose my job, my home…and my life. But that’s life for you.”<br />
<br />
She looks at me and her beauty suddenly flashes out at me like the rising sun behind the mountains. I don’t know why but suddenly I want her and the force is powerful. I hide the feeling though scared that she might see it and the magic that is being created will just dissappear.<br />
<br />
It’s basically lust and nothing else. It’s almost absurd that it should come to me at this time but I can’t help it. She’s a beautiful woman but she doesn't have a body that men would die for. She’s not even wearing anything sexy…just a normal shirt and a pant. I clench my fists as she takes her eyes from mine and looks at her fingernails. I want to dig my hands in her hair, push them back and then kiss her…making her helpless and forcing her to surrender. She isn't even wearing any makeup but God; she’s driving me like none other.<br />
<br />
“Keep talking”, I say and my eyes go small, taking in every detail of hers.<br />
<br />
I guess it’s just not lust…it’s a whole lot of love.<br />
<br />
She keeps studying her fingers. “I wish I never went to Houston. It’s stupid to think about it right now…but I just wish I never went there. The timing was so right that it all turned out so wrong. Destiny? I don’t know. I never believed in destiny. But if I don’t believe in it then what do I call this? A punishment? For what? I don’t know. Sometimes I think God plays with us. Sometimes I think he’s cruel. I still do have bitter feelings for him…but it’s a lot less now. I've adjusted myself with the truth.”<br />
<br />
“It would have been a wonder if you didn't,” I say and she smiles. I move my hand closer to hers and I take it. She doesn't protest but she doesn't look at me. I wait.<br />
<br />
“Yeah. But it’s the memories Joey, those memories of joy and happiness I've had in this place. All the holiday’s we've celebrated. I hate going back home. I left that place promising never to go back…but now I have to. Oddly enough its not accepting defeat that bothers me…it’s realizing that I wont be able to have all the good times I've had here. I’ll never ever be able to know what pure joy really is.”<br />
<br />
“We all have to move on. One day or the other all of us have to leave everything behind.” My fingers caress hers. I wonder if I’m taking advantage. That thought goes away without debate.<br />
<br />
“I know. I just wish there were a warning of some sort. I wish it didn't come to me all of a sudden. I shouldn't say this to you…but the worst part is that I’ll…”<br />
<br />
She stops as she finally looks at me. I look back at her, the feelings that I've hid naked on my face. Her eyes try to pierce mine in the authoritative manner but she’s weak now and she cant. Her breathing goes somewhat hard.<br />
<br />
“You were saying?” I ask her…my voice trembling.<br />
<br />
“The worst part is…I’ll miss you.”<br />
<br />
I lean forward. “Actually I don’t think you will. Cos you’re not going anywhere. You’re staying here with me.”<br />
<br />
She stares at me hypnotized. She’s never seen me like this before. My heart pounding I lean closer to her and I let my hand go into her hair. I bring her face closer to mine and I hear her breath come out in gasps.<br />
<br />
Incredibly she stands as I kiss her making a futile attempt to break free but I don’t let go. I get up with her our lips still locked together. She kisses me with the same passion she displayed that night by her door and she’s still trying to back away from me. The more she moves away the more urgency I create. She backs up to the wall and I hold her there, my arms trying to cover her entire body as I rock her with lust. Her hands dig into my hair but she’s not trying to pull me away. She keeps backing up and we suddenly find ourselves in such a position in which she’s half suspended in air balanced by the wall.<br />
<br />
I break the kiss to catch some air and she seizes the chance. She pushes me away and I see, for the first time, tears fall from her eyes, as she whispers a strained “no”. I move away grinning as I see her close her eyes and lean against the wall running her hands through her hair.<br />
<br />
“Are you crazy? Seriously. Are you out of you’re mind?” she asks.<br />
<br />
I’m crazy right now. “Do you love me?”<br />
<br />
“Answer me first.”<br />
<br />
I shake my head and move closer. “No. Answer me first. Do you love me?”<br />
<br />
She looks at me trembling. She can’t hold on any longer. “Stay away from me and I’ll make you some tea. Drink it off.”<br />
<br />
She moves into the kitchen. I follow her. “Do you love me?” I ask again.<br />
<br />
She pours water into the kettle and she’s still trembling. She spills the water and she sighs helplessly. That’s the final straw. Overcome by a love I just can’t understand I go to her and slip my hands across her waist and trying to pull her back but she’s quick. She gropes for the kitchen window and and clutches the grill tightly.<br />
I laugh softly into her ear. “Stubborn French.”<br />
<br />
Her body is like a turbulent force in my arms…constantly moving. “Maybe I am” she whispers.<br />
<br />
My hands stretch across the length of hers and hold her fingers, already going white with the strength with which she holds the grill.<br />
<br />
“Let go.” I kiss her neck and she sighs.<br />
<br />
She shakes her head slowly.<br />
<br />
“Do you love me?”<br />
<br />
She closes her eyes and leans her head against my shoulder. At that moment I know…we are one tonight.<br />
<br />
“What do you think?” she asks. “Why do you think I keep avoiding all this? Of course I love you, Joey. Of course I love you.”<br />
<br />
My heart dances with glee but its not enough. I keep necking her and my free hand finds the softness of her breast. She involuntarily arcs her body and I’m electrified.<br />
<br />
“Let go. This night is ours. I need you…and I’m sure as hell you need me too.”<br />
<br />
My fingers unclasp her grip on the grill, one finger at a time. We both look at the final threads of her resistance break away.<br />
<br />
“No” she whispers.<br />
<br />
With the final finger free I have her. I have her love. I have my Aisha.<br />
<br />
<br />
- 5 -<br />
<br />
The shit hits the fan. It doesn't exactly stick.<br />
<br />
I get the call just as I’m about to have lunch. The whole day I've had this humongous grin on my face. My colleagues look at me puzzled. They can’t understand this sudden change in me. I haven’t had any sleep actually but I feel so fresh…almost reborn.<br />
<br />
Reborn.<br />
<br />
She asked if I was crazy. Maybe I am.<br />
<br />
Work, which normally becomes a stupid sort of routine becomes a paradise garden for me. There’s a new smell in the air…the sky is suddenly more clear, hell the impatient horns of morning traffic is music to my ears.<br />
<br />
Love, I realize is like a see saw. There’s fun only when there’s another to play with. One who is equal to you.<br />
<br />
But all good things have to come to an end. My good time ends at nearly forty minutes to one when my cell phone rings and the caller (Tim, the guy who lives downstairs) tells me that Aisha is in the hospital.<br />
<br />
“WHAT?!?” I bark into the phone.<br />
<br />
“She was trying to lug her suitcase down the stairs, lost her balance and tumbled down. Apparently she was in such a hurry that she didn't even wait for the lift. Get you’re ass over here Joey. As soon as possible.”<br />
I hang up on his weary scared tone. I close my eyes and I call her an idiot. She was trying to run away from me…again.<br />
<br />
I run out of the office and the day that seemed so beautiful is now overcast. I've read somewhere that human pheromones can influence weather.<br />
<br />
As I wait for a taxi I remember her face as we went into our climaxes. I remember how she cried as I took her to heaven; I remember how I kissed her as I saw her face writhe not being able to bear the pleasure. It’s kind of vulgar to know that I’m thinking about the sex that we had as she probably struggles for her life.<br />
<br />
But it just wasn't sex last night.<br />
<br />
She cannot just leave me like that.<br />
<br />
I bite my nails as I sit in the taxi. The driver senses something is wrong and does his best to get me to the hospital as fast as he can.<br />
<br />
Things seem to go by so rapidly.<br />
<br />
I burst through the hospital doors and Carl, her doctor, is there. I try to run past him but he holds me firm. I struggle but he’s strong.<br />
<br />
“Calm down, Joey…calm down.”<br />
<br />
I don’t even reply, I just try to run. People stare at us…some backing away thinking I’m a madman.<br />
<br />
“She’s fine, Joey. She’s OK. A broken leg that’s it. Nothing serious.”<br />
<br />
“You can say that. You know better” but I stop my struggling. He looks at me with suspicion waiting to see if I make another break. I don’t.<br />
<br />
“Come with me. You can see her in an orderly fashion, not like a hooligan.”<br />
<br />
I feel a little humbled by that. True, I was acting like a hooligan right then, almost like a small child. But what did he know? What did he know about the reason?<br />
<br />
I follow him silently. The hospital gives me an eerie sense of unreality. I’ve been with her so many times here. I remember her then…sitting upright in Carl’s office determined not to break down and to face her fate.<br />
<br />
We move across general wards and I try not to divert my eyes to the patients. They scare me. Aisha always told me to watch out for reality so you would know when it would stab you in the back.<br />
<br />
It’s stabbing me in the back but I’m not surprised. I was prepared for this. That’s why I risked the chance.<br />
<br />
He stops at a room and gestures me to look into the small window on the door. Aisha is laying there, her leg in cast but she’s sleeping. I place my palm on the window and tears of relief flow from my eyes.<br />
<br />
“It’s some kind of strange coincidence that both the victims of that darned Houston scandal had to come to me. Both of them had to be personal with me.” Carl sighs. I can vaguely remember the other person. All I know is that he died within twenty-four hours upon arrival.<br />
<br />
I push my hands into my pocket. The box is still there. I had thought about it last night…but it just didn’t seem to be the right time.<br />
<br />
Trying to run away from me huh? I think.<br />
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“She’s going to be fine. She was in shock…and also in a lot of grief, but she’ll be fine. Go on. Go see her. But don’t tire her much.”<br />
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I take the box out and I open it. I turn towards him and show him the ring with the dolphin on it.<br />
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“What do you think?”<br />
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He looks into my tear-streaked eyes without any surprise. He just gives me a blank look.<br />
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I smile. “Ok. She has AIDS. But I've loved her the day I met her. Just because she has it, doesn't mean I can tell myself to forget. You can’t just erase everything.”<br />
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He smiles. “She told me. Last night. She told me. She was wondering aloud actually. I gave her a small dose of morphine to ease the pain, and she was asking herself whether you were drunk to do something so crazy as that. I’m not saying anything. Too late for me to say anything.”<br />
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I close the box and shake my head. “No. I wasn't drunk. I was in love.”<br />
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I give him a nod…turn and open the door.</div>
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