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He wrote it in that ink he likes. The kind they use for comics, he says.
The paper’s not ripped so he must have cut it out of his sketchbook. I don’t think I’d have seen it that night but for the eyes drawn at the top of the page. I wonder if he drew them before or after he wrote it.
They’re good. The eyes.
Evocative. I think that’s the word. If it’s the word I’m thinking of then that’s it all right.
Girl’s eyes. Blue. Long lashes. Japanesey.
Y’know, in that Animé kind of way.
Oh please don’t call me a racist too. I’ve had it all weekend from Himself. On Friday the last bus home was delayed nearly ten minutes when a Nigerian lady started on the bus driver. Shouting over and over that he’d short-changed her. It was stupid. I mean, this is Dublin, right? She’d want to get used to it.
With that in mind I tutted out loud and rolled my eyes.
Which makes me a racist. According to Him.
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I was out when he wrote it.
I know – Me. Out.
If the universe obeyed any kind of hard law I’d have been sucked into a rupture between space and time the minute I stepped outside after dark. But, the universe having the sick sense of humour it has, time just kept on running.
It continues to run.
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You see, Himself doesn’t like Rob. Doesn’t like any of my brother’s friends. Doesn’t like me when I’m around them. I get common when I drink, he says.
So I haven’t been back home in ages.
Last time would have been the beginning of June. Barbeque season.
Rob was there.
He likes to play guitar in the front room with the lights off. I remember going in by accident one time, before I knew him. I was looking for my phone or something equally stupid and there he was in the dark. Just him on his own, smoking and strumming away. He looked up and said hello to me so I hung on. I went in there again at the same time the next week, and the next. It became our own private ritual. The 3am Deep and Meaningful. While the rest were in the kitchen jackknifing from Imagine to Stairway to Heaven, we’d sit in the dark and talk until daylight.
We talked about everything.
About life and about love and about the pain of it all. About how it was just so fucking scary. About how no one seemed to notice. How no one would listen.
That’s how the whole thing started. For me anyway.
I listened to him and he listened to me.
Every Saturday night for a month.
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“I was listening to the radio,” he says to me one day. “This panel of psychologists were talking about para-suicidal behaviour.”
I don’t remember replying. But then, I’m pretty sure he was playing Metal Gear Solid so it wouldn’t have mattered if I did.
“It must be what’s up with you and that Rob guy. The moping around and the self-harm and everything. I mean, I know it’s almost healed but” he did his quarter smile here, an upturned mouth corner, “it’s pretty obvious you’re right handed.”
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I don’t really get it though. I’m too fat to be a whore.
I catch my reflection in shop windows on the way to the bus. I know all about my belly. My arse. These cords looked way nicer on my brother’s girlfriend. She says she’s a size fourteen but I don’t believe her. She’s really goodlooking too. She doesn’t even wear makeup. Just mascara. And that’s only because she’s blonde.
I stopped wearing makeup for a while, but Himself hated it. Kept telling me that all the girls he did his portfolio course with did their makeup every day. Whenever he buys me lingerie he buys makeup for me too. I’m not very good at wearing either of them.
The Brazilian was less trouble. Crowdpleasing too. He asked me to drop my jeans pretty much the minute I came home.
I guess I didn’t mind. It was late so I was going to bed soon anyway.
I always strip naked for bed. It’s just easier.
I strip naked and climb over into the bed while he turns off the computer. Then he strips off too and lies beside me. Well, beside me but over the covers. It gets too warm under the covers, he says. It doesn’t take long or anything, I just don’t like the way he looks at me while he masturbates. So I turn to the wall. He doesn’t always touch me, but he does more now than he used to. I suppose I don’t mind it much anymore. You get used to it.
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I remember trying to concentrate on ironing my jeans just before the gig, the ones with the really high waist, but he turned the volume up full. Every word seemed to rise up off the ironing board and soak into my skin.
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I unplugged the iron and threw some of the makeup he’d bought me into my handbag. I’d do it on the bus. One of them had to have a mirror in the lid.
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Women. Well, too close to women for me to cope with.
So I got drunk.
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I leaned back a bit. His breath was thick. Warm with Guinness.
I moved my hair over to one side, leaving my neck and shoulder bare. Every second was like a needle stick. A tiny point being pulled out, over and over and over. The singer finished his set. We both clapped louder than the people around us.
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He said yes, that he loved her very much.
I knew her and could see why. She was an angel. Her mother died last year and she still wasn’t over it. They had been close. You could see it in the way she smiled when she thought no one was looking. As though the pain tasted sweet. She was just so sad and elegant and beautiful. And he looked after her. They belonged together.
I said I was okay to get another drink, but he wanted to get the bus home, there was one in a couple of minutes and no more until 3am.
We hugged at the bus stop and I promised him a bottle of beer the next time I saw him. “Might just take me up on it,” he said.
I haven’t seen him since.
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The next morning he woke me. From behind. He must have decided he was done asking and just went ahead with it. I scuttled away from him, horrified.
“What are you doing?”
He looked hard at me for a moment.
“I think you know,” he said.
We looked at each other across the bed for a long time. Then I lay back down.
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I was here for you when you had nothing. Now I’m the one you’ve left with nothing.
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