...so i walk in to the room, and there she is: sheer clarity wearing a tight dress. I stare for a moment, unsure of what to say. She is everything I had ever pictured her to be, and more, and less, and ambiguous, and magnified. She was all these things, yet she didn't seem to know it. I had to go tell her. She needed to know...
So I approach her. Tap her on the shoulder. She turns around, smiles at first because she mistakes me for someone else. When she realizes who I am, a complete stranger/idiot, she becomes serious, assuming that I am merely part of the herd of pick-up artists swarming around us. She pans across the room and suddenly grabs her right arm with her left hand and experiences a chill, as if, if she isn't careful, she'll be infected by one of them, by one of me.
I open my mouth to explain to her that I'm different, that I'm here to open her eyes to a reality she only, until now, had grasped in theory but not in spirit. I open my mouth to say all that, but all that comes out is, "Do you have the time?"
She raises up her hands as if constricted by handcuffs to display to me her naked wrists. I see a scar on her right forearm. One that could only be from a razor blade. It's vertical with her arm-she knew what she was doing. I realize then that she knows even less that I had previously imagined. I assumed she was aware of her power. In fact, she was aware, she just saw it as a burden more than anything else. I had to make her understand.
I grab her by the wrists and pull her out of her seat. It is such a quick motion, she doesn't have the chance to say anything. I am now holding her in my arms, so close it looks as if we are dancing. We are dancing. We glide past all the artists in the room, and make our way out the door.
We are outside, under a streetlight. She is smiling. She is confused. She is not scared for a moment. She looks into my eyes, searching for an answer, to the question that only I knew. I tell her. She stops smiling. She's contemplating. She's smiling again. She understands. I release her, bewildered, confident, and I walk away.
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