exceptional42
The world doesn't need another love story, but then again, isn't everything a love story? What we did for it? And how it drove some of us mad?
"I don't want to see, hear, or speak to you, for the rest of this, or ever again after." He spoke in a deliberate, paced monotone, chin dropped, looking up with cold eyes daring her to react. The pain was evident, but so was the undertone of suppressed rage. She stood quietly and started walking away. "Okay, you can live with that. I tried."
3am, the phone chirped and a name flashed onto her car dashboard. She blinked hard, making sure her road tired eyes weren't playing tricks on her in the early hours. How long had it been? Did she even want to read what it said? It doesn't matter, she lied to herself. Nothing he says can hurt me at this point. "Read new message" She enunciated each word into the car speaker, taking a deep breath and exhaling through pursed lips. "So..." The AI voice began. Her eyes blurred and she let the tears come, falling like the rain now beating across the windshield. "We can talk, if you want to...." It continued. For a moment, she was outside her body again, watching the swerving truck veer towards her around the sharp Colorado mountain bend. Bright headlights engulfed her car as she screamed at her frozen self, urging her arms to move, fighting to regain control. Blinding light, and suddenly, she was on a stage, looking out into a dark house, aside from the solitary light focused on her. "Whatcha doin?" A familiar voice whispered, and she turned to see him standing there, dressed in a tunic and tights, arms open, waiting for her to do the next step.
Trembling, she looked down at shaking hands. The scene flickered before her- darkness, light... She squinted, trying to focus her eyes.
"Why don't you start at the beginning, dear" A calm voice prompted. "How did you become friends?" The room snapped into view, a smiling face that failed to hide concerned eyes sat across from her. "So..." She began