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tion. They just are. I can’t rationalize this emotion into non-existence any
more.”
She looked at him. “I am interested in Jay.”
“Then tell them! End it now! I can’t just passively watch you do this.
Take a stand, make an action!” He pounded his fist on the bed.
“I can’t.”
“What?! Why not?” His eyes bugged out of his head. It seemed likely
that they would leap out at any moment.
“I just said I’m interested. Look, we’re going to be okay, alright? I
promise,” Samantha said.
“You promise? What good are promises?” Alexi’s eyes were rimmed
with tears. He looked away.
“Hey, look at me.” She moved his face to look at her, a little more
emotion in her voice than before. “These things happen.”
“Yeah, they do. But I need to know—what do you want? What do you
want to do about it? You tell me one thing and then reverse it a second
later.”
Her eyes went cold again. “Well, whatever.”
Alexi screamed absolute nonsense, pounding his fist on the floor
again and again. Blood began pouring from his nose, and he collapsed
into a heap on the bed. The stain continued to grow larger and larger.
“Shit… I’m going to get my mother, okay? Don’t move. She’ll know
what to do.” Lying limp now, Alexi didn’t think that movement of any
kind was in his near future. Suddenly finding comedy in the whole situation,
he chuckled to himself and looked out the window. The deep, velvety
black of night was giving way to the unreal, neon hues of early
morning.
“It’s a shame you can’t ‘go get your mother’ about everything.” He
still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was an actor on a stage. Only
through observation, he realized, did anything hold any meaning. The
man alone in a room may as well not exist. As usual, his thoughts continued
unabated, even during times of such extreme emotional duress.
This too he suddenly found perversely funny, although his laughter
turned to a gag when a stream of blood poured down his throat. He fell
back to the bed and lay still.
Dawn and Samantha entered the room shortly thereafter.
“Alexi…” Dawn said, kindly, non-judgmentally. She helped him roll
over. “Alexi,” she said, this time slightly more firmly, looking right into
his eyes. They were like two dull marbles, soulless balls of jelly.
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