The Note - Ron Geva
- nonaorbach
- Feb 14
- 2 min read
Updated: Mar 2
She stormed into the room, the familiar cloud of scent I’d come to know so well over the past year following in her footsteps. A sharp and passionate kid who longs for intimacy, but pushes everyone away. She stomped through the room, scattering words everywhere. The narrative from this morning blended with yesterday’s one, feeding into a tale two years before and recalling tomorrow.
When she paused for a breather, she stared at me declaring (as she always does): “You are so boring. I’m tired of you, you stink.”
We sat on the floor, all the papers she angrily scattered tinting the room in stark, empty white. She glared at me silently. I was exhausted but curious. While she scanned the room, she noticed a page that had slid under the door. Her eyes lit up, she took it and grabbed a thick black marker, writing on it: “Hooever sees this paper, siNe yor name on it.” She looked at me provocatively, opened the door, and placed the sign in the middle of the hallway. I tried to protest: the setting, the liminal space, the intrusion, the scolding I’d get from the clinic manager… But she was resolute, pushing me back inside and slamming the door. She hushed me whenever we heard footsteps, and I could hear her heart listening. I listened too. Each time someone passed by, she rushed out to check for signatures, and I inched the page from the middle of the hallway toward the door. I wrestled with myself over allowing this breach, which stained the trust between us. She looked at me with disappointment, and I felt ashamed.
Whenever our time ended, she would take her gloves off and wrestle with me, pushing every possible boundary and coercing me to contain her for another minute and another. Now, she lingered silently until the very last second, and then went out to check for signatures. The note bore three names and one scribbled heart. She stopped breathing, and as a tear stained the sheet, a sweet scent arose. “They love me, did you see? They saw me.” She hugged the paper and glowing walked towards the exit.
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