Why?

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A short story written for one of CheyJade's brilliant BoMoWriCha writing prompts.

Submitted: July 05, 2018

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Why?

I tried not to call you. I really did, for wasn’t I just going to make myself sound even more desperate, more pathetic. I’d be just reinforcing how right you were in breaking up with me.

But I can’t make sense of it. Not at all. We were so happy, or at least I had believed that we were.

You wouldn’t talk to me. You would not answer my calls, respond to my texts. And calling round to your house, well, the whole place looked deserted. I can’t understand what has happened and I am absolutely devastated.

Two weeks of not hearing your voice, seeing your face. I can’t stand it any more. So I’m going to look like someone who can’t move on, a stalker even. Whatever you are going to think of me, I just have to give in and call.

It rings and rings and just as I am about to give up, you answer. You sound almost as miserable as I feel. I can feel the sobs beginning to well up in my throat. Damn it, I promised myself that, no matter what, I would not cry.

One word, one syllable. “Why?” That’s all I could say.

"Gabby, you’re a prize, you know that. It’s what you wanted; me out of your life. Or have you forgotten, already.”

"What are you talking about, Matt? It was you that dumped me. You just acted like I no longer existed. No explanation at all.”

"At Freddie’s! The other night! In front of all those people! You know Gabby, you can’t deny it. The manager is my mate, and the whole thing is on film.”

Matt hangs up without another word but ten minutes later my computer pings, tells me I’ve got mail.

It’s a video clip. No name attached to it, but it must be safe, virus-free, because Matt has printed a three word message to go with it; “See for yourself.”

My hand trembles as I hold it above the play button. It doesn’t make sense. I’ve never even been to Freddie’s so how could there be a film with me in it.

'Get it over with,’ I say to myself, and pressing play I feel my jaw dropping. For there I am, or someone that looks just like me. She sounds just like me too, apart from the words that she is saying. Words that I would never ever have said to Matt.

According to this film what he said was true. It was me, not him, that ended it, and in such a brutal way too. I told him to get lost, to get out of my life and stay out – but I know that I did not. None of this could ever have happened.

Was someone pretending to be me? If so, they did a fantastic job of it, fooling my lover for the past four years. But what was the other option, the only other explanation that I could think of. I was going crazy!

And if I could not explain it to myself, how was I ever going to convince Matt that the woman in the video simply was not me?


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