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Read Part 1 – Watched
Read Part 2 – Watcher
Read Part 3 – Harmless
My tea is cool. I still wrap my hands around the mug, though I draw no warmth from it. It’s Marley’s mug. I remember it. Her lips have touched it. I imagine her, sitting by a frosted window in her old apartment, resting her sore legs and flipping through a magazine, sipping herbal tea. I wonder if my lips are touching the same places as hers.
Our conversation has reached another lull. I know that she will ask me to leave soon. Politely, of course. Dear Marley is always perfectly polite. But I’ll still be outside in the cold. Politely dismissed. I’m tired of being left behind.
Marley yawns dramatically and stretches, probably about to tell me about how exhausted she is and how badly she needs a shower and a nap. I’ve seen her do it before with other unwanted guests. Before she can say anything, I ask her the question.
“Why didn’t you recognize me that night?”
She cocks her head at me, a strange-sounding laugh catches in her throat. She will figure it out soon. Her thoughts are starting down the path, slowly leading her to the truth.
“What do you mean?”
“I waited outside for you for hours. I was freezing. But you treated me like just another…another…fan!” I spit out the last word violently because it offends me.
She knows now. She rises from the couch slowly and begins backing towards the door.
“I’m sorry, Liz…”
“I thought we were friends. We were so close in school…”
“Liz, there are so many people crowded around me after a performance. I probably didn’t see you. I’m sorry, Liz. I’m so, so sorry,” she repeats.
“Not enough,” I say, standing and stepping closer to her.
“What do you want from me?” She asks, her eyes wide, tears streaming down her disgustingly beautiful face.
“Nothing,” I say honestly. Then I lunge for her.
Read Part 5 – Descent