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    The escape and The escape…in the mirror (Part 1 & 2)

    Story written on February 12, 2007 by Carina112.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=64475
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    The escape and the first mind. I hope, you have fun with that…

    Later then I hated what you had done. Oh, no, I never hated you, even if I may have said that, but feeling pain you sometimes say things, like a shouting from your soul, which aren’t the way they sound. And I didn’t hate our life, although it was a lie!? No, I hated what it had done to us, to me. I hated this desolated empty feeling and those many thousand questions in my head and – I have been waiting for the answers in vain until today.

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    Like every morning I dress myself, put my bag on the small table in the hall and go to the kitchen. I take two cups from the cupboard – one for you, the other for myself. I fill both cups with coffee. While I take the first gulp in a hurry to neutralize the taste, my look goes over the culinary bar to the picture on the wall, the Woman in Red. It was your favorite painting and looks at me day by day as if it wanted to say: I am still here Tina, here with you. This makes me furious: "You are not Bette!" I shout at her.

    Why can’t I forget you? Oh, I got to know some kind, successful, affectionate women, oh and not to forget Mark, an affectionate, attentive single father. He was so prudent with me and so understanding. Oh and I have been loved, carried on hands, shouted at and left. Their hands on my body, their kisses, the smells and hot breath on my skin … it was nothing in comparison to the way you touched me. When I slept with them I saw your face, when I talked to them on the phone I heard your voice, when we danced there were your arms holding me and when we laughed, and admitted this was rare, then I heard your beaming laughter. That is me? I snubbed all that miraculous persons, have lied and cheated. Yes, cheated on them with you, with you in my heart. Oh Jesus, I hate what I am … without you. I need you so much, need the protection of your arms. I have always felt so sure, so safe and so protected near you. And I can’t understand, that you of all the people …

    You killed me!

    Where are you?…

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