Polly winced as Colin grabbed her hand.
“You’re hurting me!”
He let his fingers dig in a little more along the thick vein of her wrist, caressed it and then stared in her eyes.
She stood up, and backed away from the table.
“I came to dinner with you because you told me that I did not know who you were. I am trying to, and all you do…”
Colin got up, blocking her from leaving.
“Don’t leave, I’ll take you home…”
Polly nodded, followed him after he stared at her for a long time before turning around.
They walked out to the car, and Stephan held the door for both of them. Colin sat beside her, and she looked out of the window which made her think of the time she was in the car with Oscar going to Shanghai. She felt like she need a how-to book on relationships, men and everything about personal development.
“I am sorry that I got excited in there Polly, I did promise that I just wanted to talk to you…”
He put his hand on her thigh, she put his hand over his.
“I’ll always love you,” she said as she stared out of the window.
Now she held her blood-stained dress, and beckoned Oscar to follow her. Polly had left a thick oak box with brass knobs open in the middle of her bedroom. She put the dress down, only to pick up pages that had crusted blood on them from the dress.
“These are newspaper clippings of me and Colin. I was always into art,” she said kneeling on the floor, looking up at him. “But when I met him, he kicked it up a bit for me. I was really exposed to it, and I think in ways he was a reason why people took me seriously in the beginning. But I loved him for him, or who I thought he was. We went out to dinner because I realized that I do not know who he is, and I also realize that you do not know…all of me.”
Oscar knelt beside her, and let his fingers caress her hair which soothed her, the way Colin’s drinking her blood did once.
“I know who you are with me now, that is all that matters. With Eliza, I was not who I want to be with you.”
Polly looked at him, pressing the tips of her fingers together feeling dried blood on them as grit.
“I like who I am now, but I cannot forget who I was…”
“When I saw you tonight in the restaurant, I just thought you were perfect and that is why I confessed. I did not stay with Eliza because I wanted to be with you.”
“I left Colin because I wanted to be with you.”
Polly was sure that she would not have read what was happening in a how-to book, but she believed she was learning how to have a better relationship from life experience.
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