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to you, to make you understand. I just want your forgiveness, Aaron. It could make all the difference.”
    “How so? So you can have a clear conscience? Do you know that some guys would have killed you over something like this? I’m serious, Mia!”
    You know I’d never hurt a hair on your fuckin’ head… You’ve weakened me, woman…
    “I know that now. I wasn’t thinking this through and I will keep saying that to you until it finally sinks in, Aaron. I need this; we need this so that you can look me in the eye and talk to me, just like we’re doing. I don’t expect us to get married and run off into the sunset. It’s obvious that you can’t see past many things concerning me. My race is forcing you to no longer even see me as a whole, flesh and blood woman, and then you have the nerve to act as if I should have been totally happy with telling you the truth after I realized I had feelings for you! Why? So you could reject me and call me a damn nigger?!”
    “That’s a goddamn lie!” Something within him snapped and called it quits. His brain throbbed in his damn head as he looked about, frenzy in his limbs, needing something to grab a hold of and destroy. He reached for one of the little plaid pillows on the worn couch and tossed it furiously across the room, knocking over a damn lamp. The thing wobbled back and forth on its axis then hit the ground in a crash, the bulb shattering and spraying shards of white glass here and there. It wasn’t the only thing wrecked, crushed, and falling apart…
    “I saw you, Mia. No, I didn’t see you in person—at least I thought I hadn’t, had no picture—but I saw you in a whole different way. I wanted you, would have done any fucking thing for you and that’s where the problem lies. I wouldn’t have cared if you were heavier than you said you were, or had blond or red hair versus black… To me, those are little white lies…”
    What a strange choice of words…
    “But you lied to me about something you knew was a damn deal breaker. I was honest with you from the beginning, Mia. I told you what the hell I looked like, what I wanted, and how I wanted it served.”
    “…And I cooked it for you just as you ordered and gave you seconds and thirds, goddamn it.” Her voice was steely cool, London gray and full of fog, and the natural glimmer, the dark twilight that swam in her eyes, was slowly dissipating right before him.
    She’s something else, isn’t she? Fiery, conflicted… She’s got a mean streak… Stands up for herself when she’s had enough. I don’t like it… yes I do… She’s falling apart, too. A bit peculiar, sly, strong… playing a sweet role. Or maybe both sides are her and it isn’t a role at all? She doesn’t have to be all or nothing now, does she? Maybe, just maybe, she is like me, and that’s what I loved about her all along…
    “I gave you a warning, Mia.” He moved away from his deliberations and jumped back into the exchange, promising himself he’d not derail the conversation again with silly thoughts and sideline analysis. “I told you to not play games with me. Soon after we connected we were telling each other all sorts of things, personal stuff—I let you know that. I knew I was falling for you, so I kept giving you chance after chance to leave me alone before we got in too deep.”
    We got in so deep, I drowned, and I can swim very well but it was no use… Goddamn you… You’re so fuckin’ sexy…
    His eyes languidly scanned her form…
    … Call Dr. Owens, Aaron. Call him before it’s too late.
    “I told you everything about me for God’s sakes! I had Dr. Owens mailing the letters for me ’cause I could trust him to not read them. Security in the mailroom would’ve seen what I was sayin’ to you if I had continued to send them that route. They could have used it against me in some way, so I was vigilant… but I wanted you to know me, Mia, really know me. I thought you wanted to know me, too, and then we