MoonDance77: Or maybe I freak people out withoutmeaning to.
Fang950: Maybe you made him forget how to breathe.
I don’t hit send.
I delete the message, start again.
Fang950: You don’t scare me.
MoonDance77: I scare my husband sometimes.
Fang950: If you were really dangerous, you’d be alone.
MoonDance77: You say that like you know me.
Fang950: Maybe I do.
MoonDance77: Nowyousound dangerous.
She adds a smiley face.
It hurts in the best way.
MoonDance77: Sometimes I wish I could meet you in person.
Fang950: Maybe you already have.
MoonDance77: No, I’d know if I had.
I sit there, staring at that.
Because she’s wrong.
And right.
All at once.
Chapter Thirty-one
AOL IM: 11:56 p.m.
MoonDance77: Ever want to disappear?
Fang950: With you? All the time.
MoonDance77: Haha, no. I mean like vanish, poof. No trail, no past. Just the endless night sky.
Fang950: You sound like you’ve tried.
MoonDance77: Not yet. Just fantasy.
Her words hit different tonight.
Earlier, at Heroes, I knew something heavy had been on her mind. I could see it in her eyes when she sat at the bar, even if she hid it behind her half-smile and full glass of wine.
But this feels heavier, riskier.
Fang950: What would it take for you to start over?