No. Now that you mention it. No, I don't suppose I ever did.
What do you think she would've been like?
What I expected? I don't know. Someone different I suppose. Quite different.
Beautiful?
Simple. Someone easier to love, perhaps. Someone I could trust.
Pure fantasy.
You think so?
Of course. You're telling me what you wanted to see, not what you really expected of her.
Am I? Well, I suppose you're right. I'd always thought she'd eventually prove to be something somewhat breathtaking, on the inside. Like a pearl in an oyster.
An oyster. Fancy that.
You get what I mean.
I've never thought of her as a crustacean.
I didn't quite-
And pearls. You would love a pearl?
I realize it's not the best-
Pearls are cold, hard. Very expensive.
Yes yes alright. Not a pearl. Something else then. Something softer... contained within a disagreeable exterior.
Nothing wrong in loving a pearl though. Why did you love in the end?
I thought I wanted to.
You gave her pearls did you?
Why do you ask?
Did you?
A necklace.
Really?
And a bracelet.
She's very pretty.
I know.
Did she take them with her?
Take what?
The necklace. And the bracelet.
No, no. She doesn't like pearls.
Did she like you?
Did she like you?
She did.
You're certain?
Fairly.
You're rotten.
I'm different.
I think she hated me, really. Couldn't bear looking at me looking at her. With adoring eyes. A writer's eyes she said. The way she tried to avoid me sometimes. Small things. Looking up from a book, or meeting me at the door. Something in my gaze repelled her. I brushed it off as insignificant, of course, but I was blind, then. She was always looking at me looking back at her. Writer's eyes.
You never really looked at her then.
No. Now that you mention it. No, I don't suppose I ever will.
Pity. Did she ever see you?
Yes. Oh yes. Acutely.
She's a sharp one isn't she.
Very.
She hasn't changed.
Good to hear, good to hear.
Same ol, same ol.
Do you love her?
Do you love her?
Yes.
You're certain?
Fairly.
You're rotten.
I wouldn't know.
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