~deepika.~ (REGRETAVATOR STORY)

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Mannequin Mark and Split are in a fancy restaurant. Glass cups of wine are on the table, people are talking in the background. It is a fine restaurant.
Split is looking at Mannequin Mark, and Mark is looking at Split.
Split finally spoke.

Split: "Mark?"

Split paused for a moment.

Split: "You okay?"

Mannequin Mark is still looking at Split, he doesn't look happy, he looks kind of sad.
Mark speaks.

Mannequin Mark: "Yeah."

Mark paused for a moment.

Mannequin Mark: "I'm sure i'm fine."

Split: "Good..."

Split: "Well, i had a really nice time."

Mannequin Mark: "Yeah?"

Mannequin Mark: "Me too."

Split: "Of course you know i always had a really nice time with you."

Mannequin Mark: "Same here."

Split: "But..."

Split thinks about whats she going to say.

Mannequin Mark: "Yeah?"

Split: "You understand."

Mannequin Mark: "Uh huh."

They both paused for a moment.

Split: "Well..."

Split: "The food here was great."

Split gulped slightly.

Split: "I'm gonna recommend it to my sister and transgender brother. How many stars did it get?"

Mannequin Mark just kept looking at Split.

Mannequin Mark: "Four and a half."

Then there is more silence between them. They kept looking at eachother.
Mannequin Mark broke eye contact with Split. She felt he was sad about something. Mannequin Mark shedded some tiny tears from his eyes. He sniffled. Mannequin Mark holded up his fancy napkin and he coughed five times in it. He rubbed the napkin on his forehead. Then be blew his nose in it.

Split: "Do you feel better now?"

Mannequin Mark nods, he picked up the glass cup of water and he drinked a swig of it.

Split: "Me too."

Mannequin Mark: "Ahhh...sorry."

Split: "It's good we had this talk."

Mannequin Mark: "Yeah. Yeah."

Split: "Before things went too far, you know? Got too serious."

Mannequin Mark: "Yeah."

Yet more silence is between them.

Mannequin Mark wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

Mannequin Mark: "A-are you sure?"

Split: "Oh yes."

Mannequin Mark still looked at Split.

Mannequin Mark: "Is it someone else?"

Split: "No... It's just you."

Yet again more silence follows. They both just look at eachother.
Mannequin Mark broke eye contact for a moment. He is a little upset about something.

Mannequin Mark: "Hey-ey i want to show you something i got you."

Mannequin Mark reached under to get a gift for Split, it may be hers forever.
Mannequin Mark leaned back up, that gift is wrapped in blue cloth. He gives it to Split.

Split: "For me?"

Mannequin Mark: "Yes. You can open it up."

Split takes the gift.

Split: "Mark this is..."

Split begins unwrapping the blue cloth. When she fully unwraps it, it is a small, golden plate. It is really rare.

Split: "Oh!"

Split turns the plate around, she sees her name on the edge of the golden plate.

Split: "Oh, this is beautiful."

Mannequin Mark is smiling a bit.

Mannequin Mark: "Thanks. It's a gains worth production."

Mannequin Mark: "It was made in Boston in the late 60's. It was made before the 70's began."

Split: "Oh, i just love it. It's such a collector's item."

Mannequin Mark: "Yeah."

Mannequin Mark: "It is pretty special."

Split: "It almost makes me want to learn how to smoke."

Split laughed.

Mannequin Mark laughed a little.

Mannequin Mark: "Hey, look on the back."

Split turned the golden plate around.

Mannequin Mark: "It has a tiny silver spot in the middle, with a bronze base."

Split: "Oh Mark, i just love it!"

Split: "This really means something to me."

Split: "I'll always treasure it. It's a rare token."

Mannequin Mark: "No you don't."

Mannequin Mark then takes the golden plate away from Split.

Mannequin Mark: "Because this is for the girl that loves me."

Mannequin Mark: "The girl who cares about me, for who i am."

Mannequin Mark softly slams the golden plate on the chair.
Mannequin Mark is very upset.

Mannequin Mark: (Slightly raised voice) "Not for who i look like."

Split just looked away in shame.

Mannequin Mark: "I just wanted you to know that you'll be missing."

Mannequin Mark: "You think i don't appreciate your art."

Mannequin Mark: "You think that i don't understand fashion."

Mannequin Mark: "You think i'm not hip."

Mannequin Mark: "You think i'm pathetic. A nerd. A wooden asshole who has a metal dildo up my ass."

Mannequin Mark: "You think i'm shit."

Mannequin Mark: "Well, you're wrong. Because i'm a mannequin. And you're the one who has the dildo up your ass. Until the day you die...You, not me, will always be the one with the dildo up your ass."

Mannequin Mark snatched the blue cloth back. Then he wrapped the golden plate back up with the cloth.