The Twin's Last Martian Wish
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given voice. "Julian," I repeated, my gaze unwavering, meet
with a dawning, terrible understanding. "Julian?" he rasped, the n
r?" He gestured vaguely between us, then at the chaotic market. His mind, so brilliant at decipheri
oftly, the words a balm to my long-suffer
hat this was all about? A space memorial? You marri
oted wife, the lovesick fool, you tolerated Gisele, you picked up
had been two transactional entities, each fulfilling a need for
ice steady. "You got a compliant wife who didn't interf
interjected, her voice shrill. "Clayton? What is she talking about? Who is Julian? Wha
me, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within them: anger, betr
le's hand away. "Get away from me, Gisele," he snarle
k. "What? Clayton! What are you saying? You
on me, still burning. "We're
can't do this! Not after everything! Not after five years of being
old, devoid of any warmth or concern. "Do what you want, Gisele," he sai
t, and extracted a thick wad of cash. He threw i
lief. "You're... you're breaking up with me? For her?" She pointe
his eyes now filled with a desperate plea. "Ada," he whispered, hi
d it. But please, Ada. Don't leave. Don't leave me now. We can fix this. We can start over. A real marriage. I
e insult. To be Julian for me? Julian was gone. He could never b
Clayton. There is nothing to fix. And I do
ease! Don't do this! I love you! I know it now! I love
through the market. My palm burned. His head jerke
ing to touch the red imprint on his face. He looked utterly be
re you hit him!" She launched herself at Clayton, clawing at his chest, her nai
w, urgent plea. "Ada, please! Don't go! I need you! I love you more than anything!" He looked a
Gisele away, not roughly, but with a finality that brooked no argument. "I never loved you, Gise
t card. "Take this, Gisele. Go wherever you want. Buy
ng understanding. She snatched the card, her eyes still narrowed, but her voice was surprisingly calm. "You'll regret this, Cla
esperate. "See, Ada? She's gone. It's just us now. I'll do anything.
mark on his cheek. He was vulnerable, broken. And yet, I felt
, devoid of emotion. "I never did. And I never wil