He Wanted My All, I Took His

icked up to decompress after long days at the office, when a post ca

e better of me.

t a trendy downtown café, one I knew well. The user, who claimed to be a former journalist,

being a 'tech executive' from a wealthy family. He was complaining that s

ers wen

d about a party, about putting something in her drink. Not to kill her, they said, but to make her 'compliant.' To stage an '

over me. It was too gene

ad the fi

one was looking. He wore a very distinctive watch, a vintage chronograph wi

lattered onto the hardwo

wa

ece he had pointed out in a magazine, saying he could only dream

n't be.

, who held me when the pressure became too much. He was the ambitious, humble entrepreneur, b

Coast blurred through the tears welling in my eyes. The image of his face, so full of love just

ts now seemed tainted, scripted. Every sweet gesture,

tbreak. I thought about the woman in the café. The post d

e Da

ad t

e had a desperate, grasping energy that I had always disliked. Sh

o, after a party where she had made a series of back

good feeling from he

his chin resting on my head. His

, you know? Just old history. I barely talk to her. Don't

ven bringing it up. He dismisse

ad beli

roy me. The realization was a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs. I sank onto the sofa, the plush cushions