Fine Lines
(The Value of Life)
“You still don’t know what this is about,
do you?!” she screamed,
feeling as though she were about to explode with anger.
The last thing she wanted to do was cry, but the tears
slid down her face anyway. She couldn’t decide
whether she hated him, or whether this was another aspect of love.
This was most definitely not love,
thought Mirage. It couldn’t be. “No, I don’t,” he replied. “What are you talking about?”
She sighed. “I can’t decide
whether you’re worth it or not.” Her mind was screaming,
telling her to get a grip, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that the tear
in their romance wouldn’t last long. But she was still angry.
Releasing her anger,
she began to shout. “You sacrificed my life, why should I love
you? Do my emotions, these tears,
mean anything to you? You don’t get what the concept of life is about!”
She stopped screaming
and glared at him. It looked like neither could decide
what to say, since Mirage had been decidedly
angry.
“Why are you screaming?”
he asked, eyes downcast. “I thought…” “This has got nothing to do with love,
Buddy,” she replied. “This is about
your disregard for my life. She stopped when she saw a spot on the tile become wet- it was a tear.
That single tear
summed up everything they’d just done, when he decided
to call a bluff and she’d responded with an about
face. Her anger
started to drain away involuntarily, as the love
between them did as well. This, she decided, was not the time to scream.
But scream
she did, about tears
and bluffs and life and death and love
and hate and how he’d decided
to cross the fine line between the latter two. Her anger
returned, because he still didn’t understand what this- everything she’d done- was about.
Her scream died off and she decided
to pack her bags. The single tear hadn’t been enough to quell her anger.
Their love was gone, because Buddy-or Syndrome, the heartless murderer- hadn’t understood what the value of life was all about.
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