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A Story Every Day in 2024 Nov 4th 309/366

By Rachel DeemingPublished 2 years ago • 2 min read
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Bethan

Today's the day where I might finally get some answers. These past weeks have been...unsettling. I feel...shaken. But also strangely optimistic. I don't know. I always hoped that I would find Laney and as days turned into weeks, months, years, I wondered if I'd ever get straight again, in my head. I'm not really sure what that means. I suppose it's about closure, about being in a place that's sure.

When someone vanishes, you're plunged at headlong pace into the unknown; the darkness. Imagine it like a bungee jump over an abyss. You're descending at breakneck pace towards the ground, and there's something hard there waiting for you to collide with it, to signify the end. Some will hit it; others will bounce back. And what, then, for those others? Then, you're perpetually in the dark, dangling from a rope, the one link that's keeping you tethered, keeping you from falling, and that's your hope. And you're there, waiting for someone to pull you back up to safer, solid ground, to offer you that glimpse of something warmer and lighter than the dark. But what if no-one pulls you back out? Then, you're in a purgatory of empty air, keeping very still, waiting for something else to come and upset the relative safety that you've kept for yourself just to survive in this cold, desolate place and hoping that that disturbance is not the pummelling wind of grief or the wings of horror but the strong pull of truth, getting you out of there and tugging you up, away.

Some pull themselves out.

But some crave the plummet, because then, with impact, it will all be over.

Dave

I've texted Bethan, asking her to meet. Today. I need to choose somewhere where we won't be seen. I don't want this getting back to Christine and I don't want Katie to know. I don't want to leave anything to chance.

Not a pub. Outdoors maybe?

I need to get this back to how it was. I'll talk to Katie, bring her round.

I don't know what I'm going to do about Bethan.

She needs to leave me and Katie alone. I don't need this shit.

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    Written by Rachel Deeming