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Ghosts

He waited a while, then said ‘And?’

iphone-1283665_960_720‘You blanked me,’ she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, almost a hiss, ‘You just disappeared. Complete communication breakdown. Silence. Not a word. Not a letter, not an email, not a text, not even a postcard saying ‘bet you’re really pleased that you’re not here with me’ or something. Or anything.’ This time she did whisper, ‘Just nothing.’

She shook her head, in disbelief. ‘What they call ghosting, I suppose.’ She smiled suddenly at some thought, some internal dialogue, like things were becoming clear to her. ‘Of all the things you did. All those things, all those terrible things, and the worst, to me, was you ghosted me.’

‘I ghosted myself.’

She stared at him for a few moments then. ‘You really can’t get away with that you know, turning things back onto yourself like that. It doesn’t make you sound windswept and interesting. It doesn’t make your behaviour all deep and meaningful.’

He took a long slow breath.

She studied him. ‘The worst worst thing though? And maybe this will tell you how shallow I am, how desperate and needy I am, or I was at least, and Christ knows I’ve barely changed these last few years, but the worst thing you did? Of all your crimes? You used the L word. You told me you loved me. And then you left.’

‘That’s not why I left.’

Her eyes glittered, ‘Don’t you see the damage you caused?’

 

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