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I’m momentarily disarmed. There are so many things I want
to say and scream but somehow I’ve forgotten all about the
words waiting patiently in my mouth. I can’t make myself
look away.
“Eat something.” His eyes abandon me. “Then go to sleep.
I’ll be back for you in the morning.”
“Why can’t I sleep in my own room?”
He gets to his feet. Dusts off his pants for no real reason.
“Because I want you to stay here.”
“But why?”
He barks out a laugh. “So many questions.”
“Well if you’d give me a straight answer—”
“Good night, Juliette.”
“Are you going to let me go?” I ask, this time quietly, this
time timidly.
“No.” He takes 6 steps into the corner with the candle.
“And I won’t promise to make things easier for you, either.”
There is no regret, no remorse, no sympathy in his voice. He
could be talking about the weather.
“You could be lying.”
“Yes, I could be.” He nods, as if to himself. Blows out the
candle.
And disappears.