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Every time she stepped into the office Wayne would smile at her with his perfect teeth. His eyes were warm, genuine. His face was symmetrical, classically handsome. She longed to be just his best friend, to hang with him, laugh, make silly Facebook posts together and cuddle on a couch to watch TV. But he wanted so much more than that. He wanted marriage, kids, forever, everything that she was now and ever would be. But she had always been attracted to girls, she longed to touch them, caress them, run her hands over their naked flesh. So she pretended to be a prude, nothing before marriage and then kept delaying the date. How could she tell him she loved him but his physical advances were unwanted. She knew she should let him go to a woman who would give him the life he was anticipating with her but coming out meant risking everything; family, friends, job. Perhaps then it would be her that was unwanted. She shuddered at the thought of isolation and returned the smile.

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“I-” She hesitated, her mind racing to keep pace with her mouth, but she didn’t want to give it a chance to catch up. “I once was going to have a younger sister, but life doesn’t exactly work out the way you always expect it to.” The words came out rushed, swathed in a tone that was hardly at all appropriate. A distinctive hollow ring, empty and practiced. Like an echo, a voice that could never quite claim itself to be something of its own. Repeat, repeat, repeat. That’s all she could do. All she would hear. The sympathy, the pity. Bound to reverberate if she were to create too big a stir, so before the man could offer up his condolences, she offered him a pair of headphones instead. “Care to listen with me? It’s their new album.”

By kikkopirate, August 7, 2014.