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Never Trust A Man Who Says, "Don't Struggle"
Jo Brand
Yuri stood there in front of me.
"Is that…really you?" I asked, still frozen to the spot.
"Alice…" He said, smiling. "It's really me,"
"What…I – I don't understand, Yuri, I -"
"Shhhh…" he said. "Come here,"
I walked lowly down the steps and towards him, my gaze fixed on him the whole way. I stopped around five feet in front of him.
"Yuri?"
"It's me, Alice. Come on, come a little closer. I won't bite,"
"Bite me," I said, softly.
"Huh?"
I shook my head, wondering where the phrase had come from. "I – I – no, nothing…"
"Oh," He said, confused. "Alice…"
"Hmm?" I murmured, gazing at him. He held out a hand towards me.
"Alice, I…Come with me,"
"What?"
"Come away with me Alice. Come on, now!"
"Yuri, I…"
"Alice…I know…but please, come with me. Come on, it's me, Yuri,"
"Yuri…" I stepped towards him, reaching out a hand towards his face, walking straight past the arm he held out. He folded it around me, but didn't actually touch me. He shut his eyes.
Margarite, running up the alley behind me, called out a warning. But, by that time I had already slapped him hard across the face.