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Author: Black Lilly
Fiction Rated: K - English - Romance/Drama - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-27-04 - Updated: 06-27-04 - id:1650301
-A woman enters the stage, walking slowly and looking around. She is perhaps 30, or 35, old enough to have been married for a while. She crosses to the center of the stage, not looking to the audience but staring up dreamily, lost in thought and unaware anyone is there. She begins to speak, as if she knows no one is there, and she's trying to explain something to herself. She looked sad and confused as she entered and then suddenly clear as she convinces herself what she's doing. -

So I sat down and looked around the room I'd been in a thousand times, (she sits) at all your things. For some reason it was like I'd never been there before. It was out of place and awkward, like it didn't even make sense for this place to exist. It was almost like sacrilege that you didn't exist in it.
As I sat there watching my own memories, like there were ghosts in the room, it all felt wrong and I felt dirty just for being there. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. So I wanted a cigarette, but I didn't have one. So I just got up and paced.
I walked back and forth over one section of this carpet until I thought I was making holes. Then I walked in circles like I was dancing with these ghost-memories that wouldn't stop haunting me. Telling me stories of how happy we were, their laughter chilling me as much as any scream any ghost ever uttered in some old movie. I had to cover that damn sound so I hummed our song. Then, I cried.
When I was done I wiped my eyes and nose on my sleeve like I was a child again, just like I used to when we met. I felt better and worse at the same time which I suppose put me right back where I started. I got out without the kids seeing my face, hiding my tears with sunglasses and my cracking voice with what's left of my dignity.
I want you to know that I forgive you, and whatever force it was that drug you away. Now, please, forgive me. Forgive me for being weak, forgive me for being headstrong. Forgive me for wanting to run, forgive me for standing and pushing it away.

-She suddenly looks confuse again as she comes out of this momentary trance. She looks around and remembers where she is. Then gets up, and surprisingly, she smiles as she walks off stage. -



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