Falling For Her
"We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be."
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
"Sam told me not to trust strangers," Lucy said taking a step back.
"But I am no stranger to you." He said taking a cautious step forward. She has a look of horror as if she is looking at a monster rather than a man she has slept with.
"Get out!" She screamed falling to the ground trying to locate an object to protect herself with.
"Lucy it's me. I am not going to hurt you. Here, look at this," he said holding out a little photo in his hands.
"Stay back," she warned taking a tentative step forward. It was like watching a small deer, a little dangling prey, who is not sure to trust her natural instinct and run for the door, or be lured by the little piece of paper.
Dave hated the mornings, this was a usual, one of the many ordinary days. Once she read the post-its, and her journals, she would look at him through different look. She would try to imagine the night, the day, and the week before when they were together. But her memories would serve her no good. The thing was, Lucy only remembered things for a day. Each cursed mornings, it's like talking to a different girl, introducing himself. Sometimes he felt as if he knew her more than she knew herself, which, of course, scared him.
The photo he held was a picture of Lucy and he sitting in the Sunday picnic table. She was smiling up at the camera. The man behind the camera was Sam. The man she trusted even in her waking hours when all memories of the day before have vanished. One thought remains in her mind and that is to trust Sam, which made Dave suspicious, and resentful.
Lucy was not always like this. Something has happened to her. She has witnessed something despicable.