They sipped in silence.
She’d finally agreed to an exclusive interview only in a public place where she’d not be recognized. He’d secretly requested The Band play her favorites. She seemed oddly at ease.
“When the messages began I was wary. Then flattered. It somehow became a game.”
She paused. Sipped. “You’ve seen ‘You’ve Got Mail’ ?” He nodded.
“It could be anyone here.” Smiling that truly guiless way “It could be you…or them.” looking toward stage.
“For a while it would stop.”
“Always started again.” Even after changing her passwords, website and address.
The few times she’d tried to explain, They told her she’d lost it; she should be ashamed.
She was & she did. Checked herself into a ‘Home’. Stuck in ‘The Twilight Zone ‘ she’d explained.
Her dreams , like her spirit, now crushed & small.
A weary hand rubbed her forehead, covering her face. She turned to him with piercing green eyes & with angry determination said “It stops now. Or…” her voice trailed.
“I best get back. My Psychiatrist says I’m ready for release. I don’t want to mess that up.”
Rising, she revealed the ankle bracelet-tracking device. “Fashion fun for the delusionally inclined” Her typical self-deprecating humor.
He sipped, smiling as she walked away.
Hacking into her account once again, he typed “You’ve Got Mail” then demanded “Or What?”…
As The Band Played On.
What she ever saw in him as ‘amazing’ or ‘courageous’ or ‘honorable’ she knows not.
Owning his part of the Story ; telling the Truth is non negotiable.
I never signed on or agreed to take one for the team or take for a bullet for you.
It’s just a matter of time before Truth wins out.
Not even interested! Get lost kid.
Finished. End. Of. Story.
Confession & Owning your part would have been good for your soul
and potential relationships.
Owning your part Non negotiablee.
There is NO space in my future for anyone who won’t.
God’s Word and Mine.
He made his choice. She made hers.
Stay out of her life and blog.
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