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Why? (1 Cat’s thoughts)
The alarm sounds “Oh shit! Why it sounds? It’s Sunday” Cat thinks opening her eyes slowly. She looks out her wide windows “Damn! It’s raining; it’s all cloudy as my mood”. She stays for a while looking out the rain trying to sleep again but there are too many thoughts in her mind. “I don’t want to turn over, I don’t want to see this empty bed, I want to see her body moving slowly as she wakes up, her eyes opening and searching me, her smile, her arms around me….. stop it! Please Cat stop it!!
The girl gets up, takes a shower, goes to the kitchen for the breakfast; but today there’s something.. she can’t stop thinking about her, Sam and Frankie; because today is a month she betrayed Sam with Frankie and then told everything to her girlfriend. And for the millionth time a question creeps into her mind “Why I have spoken?”.
And for the umpteenth time Cat lives again the scene: Sam was installing the shelves and she spoke
“Sam”
“Yes darling” with a sparkling voice
“I need to talk to you”
“Ok” Sam looking deeply into her eyes “tell me”
“I fucked with Frankie last night” with no hesitation in her voice
Immediately Sam’s expression changed, there was a mix of pain and disbelief, her mouth opened and closed as if she needs air, all the muscle tense as ready for fight or flight. For the first time she lost her self control and Cat could see all the pain flowing from her heart.
When Sam spoke it was only a whisper “Why? You told me you love me and then you fuck with Frankie. Why?”
Cat wasn’t able to answer she was concentrated on Sam expression; she never sow her girlfriend so vulnerable; she heard her voice saying “I don’t know”.
And Sam again “Do you love her?”
“I don’t know”
“You said: I love you, come to live with me, and then you fuck Frankie; you rib me, all this time you rib me”
“No I love you” Cat’s voice is hard now
“No I love you, you use me. I know everything about you, but you never ask me about me, my life, my past. You want someone consoling you when you are sad, playing you in your bad and nothing more” Sam stopped to talk, gaspering, her eyes full of tears.


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