#176

she said my name and it sounded like an aside so instead of acknowledging her, i looked around for the audience.
the theatrics of trying to pull me into bed. lying to myself that it was about love and sexual honesty instead of another war game. all the spoils to the prettiest player.
i am her security but i am not her protector. no one ever told me about the dark side of truth. she is weak! i thought. she needs me! i justified.
turns out she's been frighteningly lucid this whole time. turns out i'm not much more than her demesne. the conning and fated Drouet to her Sister Carrie. turns out, it's not so much what she says, as how it looks in writing.