leave her behind.” She finishes with her sweetest smile to soften the blow.
“Don’t say that, I’m barely holding it together as it is!”
I rub my face. This can’t be happening.
“She made it clear, she thought it was for the best that I leave. I wanted more, way more, you know that, but it wasn't what she wanted. I tried to stay in touch but she was obviously moving on, you know the rest, you were there. I can’t do that again. Besides, if she wanted to find me she could have. It isn’t her asking for contact. She probably hasn’t thought about me in years.”
“I don’t believe that. This Connie woman obviously thinks you should get in touch. Maybe she never got over you either.”
“I’d love to talk to her, find out how she is. But what if it isn’t enough? What if…I can’t risk it?”
“Danny, you know as well as I do that you’ll do this. If not, it’ll eat you up.”
“Shit…Shit!”
I put my head in my hands, pausing for a moment, gathering my thoughts and breathing deeply. Then I sit up, grab the laptop and click ‘Message’ and hammer it out before I change my mind. She’s right; it will eat me up if I don’t.
Danny Morgan 23 rd March 2012
Hey! I was reminded of you today. How’s life? Add me if you feel like chatting to an old friend.
Danny x
I hit send. Fuck!
“Good for you,” says Jen, beaming from ear to ear.
“You know this is going to fuck with my head. I hope you can spare the time, it looks like you’re going back into the therapy business,” I grin. I’m terrified, but I can’t deny it, it’s a real buzz too. Liv. Christ! Suddenly she’s real again. What is she like?
“What time is it?”
Jen cranes her neck and checks the clock on the wall.
“9:45.”
“I’m going to go shower.”
“That saves us a conversation!” she jokes. I jump up and as she stands I grab her and force her face into my armpit.
“Urgh! You are so gross! Get out of here!” she laughs.
I kiss her on the forehead and head out the back door to my truck. “And don’t come back ’til you smell better!” I wave my hand dismissively and I’m gone.
In the car, I try to focus, but I arrive home, not recalling any of my journey I’m so lost in thought. Robotically, I shower, shave and pull on some sweats. I flop down on the clean sheets of my freshly made bed. Right now, I don’t feel bad about having a maid. I stare at my clock, 10.27am. I worked all night; I need to sleep. My eyes are heavy, but adrenaline spikes as I hear my cell buzz. I reach for it on the nightstand.
You have 1 new message from Olivia Harper.
As I’m dealing with the surge of adrenaline that revelation has delivered, it buzzes again.
You have 1 new friend request.
Oh hell! I dash to the computer, open Facebook and open her message. I need to do this on a big screen.
Olivia Harper 23 rd March 2012
Hey yourself! Reminded of me how?
Liv x
Well, that gives nothing away. But she has added me. Maybe this won’t be so bad. I click on her name and her full profile opens. I click on her photos, and sit and stare as photo after photo of my beautiful Liv appear. Seeing her face in detail instantly reopens the old wound and I already know I’m done for, but it's too late to do anything about it now. We’ve made contact. I just have to stay strong.
On quick inspection, it looks like she uses Facebook about as much as I do. But she seems to be tagged in a lot of photos. Always in bars, having fun, no…wait…it looks like she works in this place. I check on her info, she works at a place called Lady Luck’s. Lives there would be more accurate.
There’s no relationship status, and her name’s still the same. In a lot of her photos there’s this one guy, they look close, too close. He’s all over her. I hate it. My impulse is to scoff at his fondness for hats, but I pull myself together. He might just be a friend, or an ex. Connie would not have put this out there if Liv was with someone, would she? Unless
“Don’t say that, I’m barely holding it together as it is!”
I rub my face. This can’t be happening.
“She made it clear, she thought it was for the best that I leave. I wanted more, way more, you know that, but it wasn't what she wanted. I tried to stay in touch but she was obviously moving on, you know the rest, you were there. I can’t do that again. Besides, if she wanted to find me she could have. It isn’t her asking for contact. She probably hasn’t thought about me in years.”
“I don’t believe that. This Connie woman obviously thinks you should get in touch. Maybe she never got over you either.”
“I’d love to talk to her, find out how she is. But what if it isn’t enough? What if…I can’t risk it?”
“Danny, you know as well as I do that you’ll do this. If not, it’ll eat you up.”
“Shit…Shit!”
I put my head in my hands, pausing for a moment, gathering my thoughts and breathing deeply. Then I sit up, grab the laptop and click ‘Message’ and hammer it out before I change my mind. She’s right; it will eat me up if I don’t.
Danny Morgan 23 rd March 2012
Hey! I was reminded of you today. How’s life? Add me if you feel like chatting to an old friend.
Danny x
I hit send. Fuck!
“Good for you,” says Jen, beaming from ear to ear.
“You know this is going to fuck with my head. I hope you can spare the time, it looks like you’re going back into the therapy business,” I grin. I’m terrified, but I can’t deny it, it’s a real buzz too. Liv. Christ! Suddenly she’s real again. What is she like?
“What time is it?”
Jen cranes her neck and checks the clock on the wall.
“9:45.”
“I’m going to go shower.”
“That saves us a conversation!” she jokes. I jump up and as she stands I grab her and force her face into my armpit.
“Urgh! You are so gross! Get out of here!” she laughs.
I kiss her on the forehead and head out the back door to my truck. “And don’t come back ’til you smell better!” I wave my hand dismissively and I’m gone.
In the car, I try to focus, but I arrive home, not recalling any of my journey I’m so lost in thought. Robotically, I shower, shave and pull on some sweats. I flop down on the clean sheets of my freshly made bed. Right now, I don’t feel bad about having a maid. I stare at my clock, 10.27am. I worked all night; I need to sleep. My eyes are heavy, but adrenaline spikes as I hear my cell buzz. I reach for it on the nightstand.
You have 1 new message from Olivia Harper.
As I’m dealing with the surge of adrenaline that revelation has delivered, it buzzes again.
You have 1 new friend request.
Oh hell! I dash to the computer, open Facebook and open her message. I need to do this on a big screen.
Olivia Harper 23 rd March 2012
Hey yourself! Reminded of me how?
Liv x
Well, that gives nothing away. But she has added me. Maybe this won’t be so bad. I click on her name and her full profile opens. I click on her photos, and sit and stare as photo after photo of my beautiful Liv appear. Seeing her face in detail instantly reopens the old wound and I already know I’m done for, but it's too late to do anything about it now. We’ve made contact. I just have to stay strong.
On quick inspection, it looks like she uses Facebook about as much as I do. But she seems to be tagged in a lot of photos. Always in bars, having fun, no…wait…it looks like she works in this place. I check on her info, she works at a place called Lady Luck’s. Lives there would be more accurate.
There’s no relationship status, and her name’s still the same. In a lot of her photos there’s this one guy, they look close, too close. He’s all over her. I hate it. My impulse is to scoff at his fondness for hats, but I pull myself together. He might just be a friend, or an ex. Connie would not have put this out there if Liv was with someone, would she? Unless
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