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Chapter 3. Disclosure.
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Hank was thinking again about what happened the night before. He wanted to hear her voice. He knew that she would be unlikely to understand it, but even if it is just say a few words... Let it as there will always be words that she doesn't understand him... But he will hear it.
He specifically will try to speak as can be less clearly. To avoid unnecessary questions. And most importantly, it will give an opportunity to say that he just has a bad connection.
She answered immediately. He greeted her, asking how things were going. He tried to speak with a tongue Twister. He liked her confusion. And even though she asked his to repeat what he said, Hank didn't do it.
She
She didn't expect him to call. After he was posing as the offended, she is not expected him. But he called. The woman listened attentively to his voice, trying to catch not the meaning of the words that he said to her, but his intonation and noise. The noise that is usually heard in the background.
She's already managed to catch one crook like that. He did not even have time to ask her about anything. Apparently, the game did not work out. She just called him in the evening hour, and in the background was heard a female voice and a baby crying. That was enough. Built for her slender version instantly collapsed. She not told about this John, to not provoke his jealousy, but took on weaponry.
And now, carefully listening to the tone of voice has become such a close person, she realized that before her again the deceiver, and significantly younger than were. She repeated several times that she understood nothing, and interrupted the call, seeing no sense in it. It was easier just to write.
From correspondence:
-Hi, Honey. I have a question for you.
- Yeah. Please ask. What do you want to know?
-Do you really believe in online Dating? Please answer me. I need to know this, " the manner of his writing made think like he really cared about the matter.
- I believe that i can find on the Internet someone who will be my soul mate. But it will happen only after a personal meeting. That's why I tell you every time that I want to see you, and only then i said you that I love you. Are you satisfied? – she decided to continue the game, although she understood that it would not last long. A little more, and she'll snap, and she'll tell him the truth that she knows.
- Yeah....But now I gotta go, - he, like, felt, what was coming next. He would have cut the connection, but he was slow. And she took advantage of it.
- Why did you send me other people's photos?
- I don't understand? What do you mean? What's my pictures got to do with it? he's been waiting for this since the very beginning, when he realized that she wasn't stupid, and can't be in the game a passive observer.
- Your pictures you sent me. They don't belong to you. They're a completely different person.
- I don't understand you. They're mine. Is something wrong with them? – he was buying time, knowing that she will not be so persistent, if she has no proof. And here, like a bolt from the blue, he saw a photo of the man behind whose image he was hiding, having met her. - Where did you get this from?
- It's simple. Internet. Identification by photo. So I want to see a scan of your passport. Since you can't show me your face on the phone. I'm tired of dreaming and I want a real person. Is that so hard to understand?
- You don't trust me. Farewell, - he felt, that heart of as if snapped, and rapidly rolled all the way down.
- What kind of trust are you talking about? If you've been lying to me from the beginning? But you, your attention is a drug, -she was stalling for time, knowing that if he stopped talking, he would disappear. It always was. So it was with all his predecessors. When she caught them cheating, they just disappeared.
- Okay, honey, goodbye. I release you. I don't want to be a pest. But I want you to promise me one thing: never look for a man online, do not fall in love and do not trust anyone
- Why? Because you're a romantic con man? And if not, who are you?
- Ninety-nine percent of the men online are scammers from the Philippines, Ghana, and Nigeria. i am Not a fraud. I've never cheated on anyone.
- You tricked me. But I still don't want to break up with you! – she started to get angry: on the one hand she really got used to him, his messages, his interest in her. On the other hand, she didn't want him to disappear with the mystery of his "I". Subconsciously she knew that it would be her loss in this game.
- Just promise me, and all will be well, - he paused, as if gathering the courage and asked: - do you really want me?
-Yes,- she answered, monosyllabically, and unexpectedly continued, - and I know much more about the crooks than you think. And about their schemes, and how they made money.
- Have you given anyone money online? - he was surprised by her answer, -or maybe you're a fraud?
- Ridiculously. No. I didn't give money and I'm not going to. Too hard I earn them, and know a lot about scams, because they are constantly around me. I'm just studying them.
- Okey. Goodbye, honey.
- You say goodbye to me forever? Or only today? – she did not want to let him go, but he wanted to be alone and think about what he heard.
- You know I'm far away, right? - unexpectedly for himself he asked a new question.
- I know,- tersely replied the woman. And, after a pause, continued, - why did you appear in my life? What for?
I don't know. And I ask only one thing: leave the social network. You have the right to be happy. Leave this web. Live the real life! and after a pause, he suddenly asked, - do you love me?
- "Do not love and do not trust" - these are your words. I want you. I want to be with you, I want to cuddle with you. Is it love? I do not know. But I want to be honest with you – if she was asked at that moment how sincere she was with him, she wouldn't have been able to answer. If the actor does not get used to the role, he is a bad actor.
- Okay, sweetie. It's already late. You should sleep. I'll write you a letter tomorrow.
- You promised me that many times, but you never wrote it. I can't sleep. I dont want to sieep.
- Well. But I really have to go. Good night, my darling.
She:
The woman saw him turn off the phone, and the line went dead. She bit her lip with annoyance: will he come again? Certainly. But when? After he saw her rejuvenated, blooming and with a ring on her hand, he began to appear less often. Not every day. She decided not to pull it, knowing it was useless. But one thought still haunted: What does he want with her? After five weeks of Dating, he so did not ask her? It didn't fit into any pattern. Or maybe he really fell in love with her? But then why the secrecy?
The logic of events helpfully prompted her acceptable answer, but she drove her away, not wanting to reckon with the facts. The reality may be very insulting and not romantic. And that she did not want to.
He:
Disabling the connection, he wearily lowered his hands. That's all . He knew that this would happen, and he set a deadline for the game, believing that it was enough: nine weeks. But time did not come out, and the game could already be considered finished and lost. And the battle was lost on all fronts. He never got any money, and he was even happy about it. After all, no one would dare call him a fraud, living at someone else's expense. But, this was the reverse of the medal: he realized that he was really in love. He lost my head thinking about the one that was so far away. Soberly aware that he would never see her, would not be able to press her to his chest. Burrowing In her hair ... he didn't mind that she was much older than him, that she had a different skin color... he wanted her with all his heart! Presenting their fantastic encounter in every detail.
With a heavy sigh, he looked at the phone with hatred, as if he was the cause of all his problems. He didn't want her to stop calling, but He knew He couldn't stay away.
From correspondence:
- Hello, sweetheart. What're you up to? – with this phrase he started each evening, talking with her.
- Badly. I miss you.
- I'm sorry, it's my fault. I had a lot of work to do. I know you've missed me.
That's right. You're forgetting about me. And I want to at least hear your voice.
- Not today. I can't, sweetheart. Know that I love you very much. But you don't believe me, and love without faith is impossible.
- But how can I believe you if I didn't even see your face?
- Really?
- Certainly.
When I come to you, you will be able to see my face, and not just after a pause, he suddenly added, - I want to be confident in your feelings that would be able to tell my daughter about you.
- You want to tell her about me? - she was really surprised. It was hard to confuse her with tales of possible doppelgangers on the Internet, but he seems to have succeeded.
- But first I have to make sure you really love me.
- And you? You? Do you really love me? Do you really believe in love at a distance?
- I love you with all my heart! I want to be near you, hold you to my chest, kiss your lips! - he was more sincere than ever at the time, - I know it's stupid. Love itself - this stupidity. Falling in love, a person is really stupid. He is ready for any sacrifice…
- Wait. But you said good-bye to me two days ago. I decided you wouldn't show up again.…
- I thought you were letting me go.
- But why?
- Because you don't believe me. But I can't forget you, honey. I love you. And I will definitely call you. Not today. OK? Don't you believe me, honey? Or you believe me?
- Yes, I believe you, - he sensed, that she hard indeed, sitting on other end land. And this sigh passed to him like a warm wave - now it's too late. You should sleep. And may your sleep be calm and deep.
- Well, John. Good night. I understand you have to go. Don't forget me.
That's impossible. Even if I wanted to.
Версия на русском языке: http://www.proza.ru/2019/01/13/943
To be continued: http://www.stihi.ru/2019/01/18/5235