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“Well, I’m not a good guy,” she says. “I’m too mean.” She’s a little wobbly on her balance and it makes her words a little breathless. “I’m a mean guy but I’m nice to people, I’m just so mean, you wouldn’t be able to do it if you were me, oh no you’d get murdered the very next day!”
He reaches across the coffee table to caress her arm with his large warm hand and she has a brief moment of euphoric shock like touching something really hot and the rest of her body is very still. It’s strange being touched like that by a total stranger and it’s a little bit scary, but there’s some sort of electricity here and it feels like being back in her room after her parents went to bed, like the house is finally hers and she is finally home and safe.
He pulls his hand away and she feels empty and the air is cold. The way he’s looking at her now is like nothing she’s ever seen. The way he talks to her is too much, so much more than she ever expected anyone to be able to give, and her brain is blank and there are tears falling down her face. She says “I’m sorry” and it is the most pathetic thing anyone has ever said and she knows it. She knows this man won’t ever want her now, never have wanted her and never ever ever ever ever ever, and she will never ever be whole again. She doesn’t have anything to lose and that’s all she has, that’s everything, and there are only so many times you can lose a single thing and still get to call yourself alive, so that’s what she does and she accepts that and sobs out the sound of it as she tries to stop her tears from coming out. And then there are no more tears, there are no more things to lose, and she is dead and she has no name.
The man is smiling gently at her now and there is nothing she can do about it, nothing she can do about anything. She’s not a good person and she’s not a bad person, she’s not a person, she’s not anything and she never will be, there is just this empty space and the tears have stopped dripping from her eyes now and it’s cold in here and empty. And all she can do is feel nothing, and let it happen.
Aaaaarrrggghhhhh, my god, this is so bad
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