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You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.

Lucy Christopher

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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
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You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.
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But what else can I do, other than to plead with you like this? Other than to write down my story, our story, to show you that what you've done . . . to make you realize that what you did wasn't fair, wasn't right.
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Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.
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I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn’t look beautiful this time. Just evil.
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Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.
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I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.
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I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus.
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I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.
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I didn’t look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.
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The land wants you here. I want you here, you called. Don't you care about that at all?
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You're right, he's a killer, you said. A rooster with some serious issues.
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It sounded weird to hear you talk so much normally you only said a few words at a time. I'd never imagined that you'd have a story, too. Until that moment, you were just the kidnapper. You didn't have reasons for anything. You were stupid and evil and mentally ill. That was all. When you started talking, you started changing.
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Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.
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And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.
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In a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.
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I was surprised at her gentleness, her willingness to give in.
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I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.
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Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.
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Doesn't that hurt? I said. Yep. How do you keep them in there? I'm stubborn. You grinned. Stubborn as a waddywood. And anyway, pain means it's healing. Not always.
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I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer.
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