Classic Girl
2.14.05
I hope you'll excuse me, but I find it hard to tear myself away from this particular project.
It seems that if I take even the shortest break from it, it's like writing half a novel in one fell swoop and then trying to pick up a pen and find your train of thought again after an absence.
One must seize the moment.
Bear with me, won't you?
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I knew you would.
So you want to talk? The floor is open.
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Talking abut the project is not quite what I had in mind here. I'm sure you don't even want to hear about it again, so I'll save my breath. You were never one to understand anyway.
Even now I find it infuriating and yet amusing at the same time that you protest so violently against something you never even understood.
It seems that the idiots are always the first to start casting stones against what they find morally disgusting.
Not that your morals were all that upright. But I won't rub that in your face.
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Oh.
You want to talk about her now?
What do you want me to say? Of course I loved her. What a stupid question, even for you. Why would you even want to bring that into the ring? She wore my ring, didn't she! I remember when I bought that ring, how I'd had my eyes on it for weeks, making sure that was the :one, just like her. Classic. It fit so perfectly, both literally and figuratively. So sad she turned yours down, hmmm? But you were a fool, and remain one. Attempting to propose to a married woman. What were you thinking, or rather not thinking?
You are really wearing my last nerve. Can you not talk sensibly for one moment without shouting and waving that gun around? I suppose not. How could I forget who I am speaking to? But really, stop waving that about.
Everything was fine until you came along, you know that don't you? We were happy in our own way. We were finally living out that dream, just within grasp of that pie in the sky that is often miles too high. And then you skulked in with those paranoid eyes, think that you, educated in nothing other than the art of taking life like some grim, grinning reaper, knew what was best for the parties involved.
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She never loved you. You are quite delusional. She was, and still is my girl. Such a classic girl. Never be another one like her, not on this planet anyway. Not unless they came by way of a meteor.
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Of course I can compare them. Can't you see the likeness? Well perhaps not now, but I can. And that's what counts.
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Sick. You know nothing of sick. I loved her, I love her. No difference there really.
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Put the gun down, for the last time.
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I told you to put it down.
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You wouldn't dare.
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Damn you, you piece of Turk filth! You had to make that known, didn't you! Rub salt in, why don't you! Maybe she did love you! But who has her now, huh! What good did it do either of you! I'll tell you one last time go now!
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If you love her so much, why don't you just go to her then! Go join your classic girl, my classic girl… Such a classic girl…
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So what if I am crazy? Not like you'll be telling any tales.
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Dead men don't tell any tales. And neither do classic girls…
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Author Notes:
I have no idea where this was going. Just some fifteen minute thing I was toying about with and it sort of wrote itself.
The 'Classic Girl' comes from the Jane's Addiction song of the same title. I'm not sure why it fit, I happened to be listening to it while I wrote and it worked it's way in. Anyway, I haven't posted anything in forever, and just thought I'd put this up.
