Sunday, February 8, 2009

IMPOSSIBLE GIRL - 13

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An uneasy truce. Timid smiles and each wanting to please the other. Or at least not displease them. Someone always broke it eventually.

This time it was IGirl’s turn.

‘We need to know what’s happening to us.’

‘You think I don’t want to know,’ Rowan replied.

‘I’m going to see a doctor, specialist or something.’

‘You can’t, fuck you know this.’

These conversations aggravated him. They always came back to one thing. His guilt. His weakness that had gotten them into this. He was sick of feeling guilty.

And he was finding some faith. Starting to believe they had a future, something more then the immediate success they were both grasping at.

After the shower he had slept and dreamed of her, bodysurfing on a huge wave, smiling as she dipped her fingers into the foam. A grey blue skirt billowed out behind her and her breasts were raised above the water. She was his dark mermaid, barreling towards him. Happy. He could read the love in her eyes.

Why was she ruining the mood with this conversation?
‘A doctor will just tell you it’s psychosomatic anyway, they don’t have a clue,’ he hoped this would put an end to the discussion. For now anyway.
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