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Story: Savage Poet
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“Wow. I don’t even know what to say,” Chloe finishes, carefully closing Romina’s diary.
I swiped a hand across my face, trying to reign in the trembling. Everytime I remember…think of her… it brings everything to the forefront. That girl twists my insides up like a blender and she fucking knew it. “I might know where she is.”
“What? What are you waiting for?”
“For her to come to me.”
“That makes no sense. No wonder you pace night after night. She’s alive and haunting you.”
“She always did.”
“I see that now. Roque, this story it’s… epic. Twistedly epic.”
“And it’s not over yet.”
“Don’t send me away, please. I need to know how this ends. What happened with Julietta?”
“Johnny never blew my cover. He just up and left. Julietta followed like a lovesick fool. She showed up in Jersey thinking I was her husband, wedded and bedded… enough about her… that’s another story…”
“I hate her.”
“So do I little one. So do I. Go to bed. The sun’s rising and you’ve been up all night.” Chloe yawns and comes over to give me a hug, “You’re totally lovable, Roque. Even when you’re bad. Maybe especially when you’re bad.”
I shook my head at the slim girl in my arms. Her words ignited hope that just maybe a broken monster like me could still be redeemed.
“Wow. I don’t even know what to say,” Chloe finishes, carefully closing Romina’s diary.
I swiped a hand across my face, trying to reign in the trembling. Everytime I remember…think of her… it brings everything to the forefront. That girl twists my insides up like a blender and she fucking knew it. “I might know where she is.”
“What? What are you waiting for?”
“For her to come to me.”
“That makes no sense. No wonder you pace night after night. She’s alive and haunting you.”
“She always did.”
“I see that now. Roque, this story it’s… epic. Twistedly epic.”
“And it’s not over yet.”
“Don’t send me away, please. I need to know how this ends. What happened with Julietta?”
“Johnny never blew my cover. He just up and left. Julietta followed like a lovesick fool. She showed up in Jersey thinking I was her husband, wedded and bedded… enough about her… that’s another story…”
“I hate her.”
“So do I little one. So do I. Go to bed. The sun’s rising and you’ve been up all night.” Chloe yawns and comes over to give me a hug, “You’re totally lovable, Roque. Even when you’re bad. Maybe especially when you’re bad.”
I shook my head at the slim girl in my arms. Her words ignited hope that just maybe a broken monster like me could still be redeemed.
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