Chapter Thirty-one
Her words hit different tonight.
Earlier, at Heroes, I knew something heavy had been on her mind. I could see it in her eyes when she sat at the bar, even if she hid it behind her half-smile and full glass of wine.
But this feels heavier, riskier.
There’s a pause, longer than usual.
She’s still typing. I can see it.
Then the words appear: Is it possible to feel like you’re breaking a vow without actually doing anything?
Fang950: Explain.
MoonDance77: I’m married. Unhappily. I try to keep the mask on, for the kids. But it’s slipping.
Fang950: You’re allowed to be honest here.
MoonDance77: That’s the problem. I’m too honest here. I say things I’ve never said out loud.
I read the last line three times, and write: You can trust me.
MoonDance77: I think I do. That’s what’s dangerous.
Another pause, longer still.
MoonDance77: I need a little space. Just for a bit.
Fang950: I understand.
MoonDance77: You’ve been… really kind. Thank you.
Fang950: I’ll be here.
MoonDance77: I know.
MoonDance77 has signed off.
I sit in the glow of the monitor for a long time.
Not angry; not scared.
Just hollow.
Because I know what she means.
But I know she won’t stay gone forever; at least, not from me.