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I’m venting my anger.
This isn’t a fantasy anymore. It’s reality. It’s my reality. My anger. My loss of control.
And she’s taking it all, my Pixie.
You’ve lost all control.
You’re so angry, Abel.
Stop running. No one’s chasing you.
Everything makes sense now. Everything is clear. I know why I have started to hate the camera. I know why I never had the courage to look at these videos, even when she was with me.
It’s because of me. It’s because they tell the story of how I truly became a monster.
As Pixie climaxes on screen, I throw up.
I haven’t spoken to Pixie or rather her voicemail in two days.
All I’ve done in the last forty-eight hours is throw up in my new toilet. I thought I was going to die. I didn’t though.
I’m alive. Because I want to suffer. Every single second for the rest of my life, I want to burn but I don’t wanna die. I wanna come back to life every day, so I can burn again.
You see, when two people fall in love, the other seven billion don’t matter. It’s not the world that tears them apart, it’s them. Only they have the power.
It never could’ve been her parents, my parents, or the town, because none of that ever mattered.
It was me. I broke us.
And the cruelest thing is that I can watch it happen with my own eyes. I captured it all, the demise of my control, the demise of our relationship.
Standing at the window of our new apartment and watching the slowly waking street below, I dial her number again. For the last time.
She won’t pick up; she shouldn’t. In fact, she should change her number so I can never bother her again. She should…
A click sounds, making me frown, and then the sweetest sound God’s ever created echoes in my ear.
“Abel?”
I’m stunned for a second. Am I hallucinating? Maybe I’ve been more dehydrated than I thought. Should I say something? But if this is a hallucination, it won’t matter.
Jesus, fuck. I’ve lost my mind.
“Hello? Abel?” Her voice rises in pitch. “You there? Are you okay?”
“Pixie,” I breathe out because what the fuck does it matter if it’s a hallucination or not. She’s talking to me.
“Oh, thank God. I thought…” I hear her gulp. “I-I thought something happened to you when you didn’t call. I didn’t know what to do. I—”
“You picked up. You… I…” I press a fist on the glass of the window, trying to ground myself. “Are you real? I can’t tell.”
There’s a rush of air and when she speaks, I can hear a slight smile in her voice. “I’m pretty sure I’m real.”
“It’s okay if you’re not. I’m not afraid of losing my mind.”
Her intake of breath tells me that my Pixie is real, and I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t deserve to say these things now.
But she’s real.
She picked up my call.
I’m afraid to move, afraid to spook her. Afraid to do anything but listen to her breathe.
“I was worried when you didn’t call,” she says. “You always call.”
“Yeah. I don’t ever leave you alone, do I?”
“You don’t.”
My body feels weak and my head hangs. The only reason I’m standing upright, instead of falling to the floor is because I need to tell her. I need to confess my sins, and until I do, I don’t deserve relief.
“You were right,” I whisper.
“About what?”
“All of it. I was running and I lost all control. I…” I sigh, scrunching my eyes shut. “I was angry. I was angry at the world, at everything. I was angry that we don’t get to choose our parents. We don’t get to choose where we’re born, who we’re born to. I was angry that I was held responsible for their sins. I was just… angry.”
“And at me? Were you angry at me? Mad about the fact that you fell in love with me and you had no control over it?”
“No.” My voice is fierce, so fierce it shakes me to the core. It steals my breath away. “Never. I was never mad at you, Pixie. I can… I know I said some things in the heat of the moment. I keep reliving them. Keep reliving our time here. I keep watching those tapes, how I pushed you and pushed you. How I punished you when all you did was love me. All my life, I questioned my existence. I questioned what my parents had. What that made me. And then, I wondered whether or not what everybody said about me was true. Whether or not I was deserving of any love. When I should have had faith. I should’ve had faith in the fact that my Pixie loved me. What else can I possibly need in the world other than that? What else can possibly matter? You chose to love me, no matter what and I blew it. I fucking blew it because I just couldn’t ever move on from the past. My parent’s past. My past.”
