The Outlandish Writer

Rumours

Every time I see him I fear for my life.
I am afraid one day he'll tell everybody about the past I've been trying so hard to hide. I ran away from it not so long ago, but I guess you can't hide from your ghosts.
I fear he'll tell every single rumour that chased me for years. About them. About my boys, my love. About the problems, about the kisses. The rumours about the cheating and the treason.
I escaped to a place where nobody knew me, so I could start over, without everybody thinking I was... well, that word. But then he came here. Him, who knows every rumour, and who spread most of them.
Perhaps one day he'll be in a bad mood and he'll tell everyone about it. All of it.
I guess I'll just have to pray for it not to happen, even though I can tell a lot of things about him too, nothing will be as hurtful as what he can tell about me.