Just leave me alone,
ok, I don’t wanna fight.
Ok. Bye.
Bye. You’re just going
to leave like that?
Like what?
Without making things
right.
Making things right?
What’s there to make right?
Like you don’t know!
Bye.
Hey, you can’t just walk
out.
.
What a jerk.
.
He just walked out.
.
He never bothered to
apologise.
.
He never explained
himself.
.
He never asked me what
I was feeling.
.
What I actually
wanted.
.
What I needed.
.
He never bothered to –
it makes me mad – how could he treat me like that? How? What did I do to deserve
it?
.
And now he’s just
gone.
.
Leaving a gap in my
dialogue.
.
An awkward space I
really don’t know how to fill.
.
I hate him.
.
Yes, that works.
.
I hate him so much.
Yes – that kind of feels better.
.
He’s a complete
egoist. Never thinks of anyone but himself.
.
And I despise people
like him – people who only look out for themselves, never give a damn about…
.
I hate myself. I’m so
petty. I’m so spiteful.
.
But why won’t he
answer. He knows I’m thinking about him. He can hear me, all my thoughts are
loud as planes rattling overhead.
.
Oh, he thinks he’s
above the likes of me.
.
Selfish bastard. I wish
I’d never set eyes on him.
.
God. What a mess.
.
What am I gonna do?
.
I’ll call him.
.
No. I can’t. I’d die.
.
I’ve gotta deal with
this. I’ve gotta be focussed. Strong.
.
I’m going to scream.
.
I could try to kill myself.
.
It’s a thought, you
know.
.
Anything’s easier than
this – coping with the turmoil he’s left me with.
.
He’s probably
oblivious to what he’s done.
.
Or else he’s gloating.
.
Triumphing.
.
Oh my God – he’s
coming back.
.
I’m not going to say
anything.
.
Pretend to be preoccupied.
Er… Margo
What?! Er… yes?
This is yours – I took
it by mistake.
Oh, thanks.
.
That’s it?
.
Gone.
.
A second time.
.
What an insensitive…
.
Bastard
.
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now try to decipher
the dots – see if you can sense what the dots mask – the other half
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