Issue 35, Final Fringe

I Will Miss You When You Are Gone

by Jacob Driscoll Issue 24 11.15.2010

5.

“Sing a song about me,” my love demanded, once upon a time.

“I’m not really a singer,” I told her.

Pfft. What are you, then?”

“Does it really matter?”

“Tell me! I need context. I’m only in love with you because I don’t understand you.”

“That’s true of love.”

She laughed. “Oh, come on! What do you do? Who are your family members? What do you spend your day doing?”

“I’m a hero, born of poison. Everyone who was close to me is dead. I spend my day saving strangers from the danger all around them.”

“Some hero. You can’t even fly. I’d rather date a singer.”

“Me too. No one ever sings about me.”

She grunted in protest. “No one ever sings about me!”

“Everyone sings about you. Every song is about you. Every18th-century magnum opus. Every Beatles’ song. Every pop hit. Even those that call you by a different girl’s name, and those that call you a guy. You’re the music of creation itself.”

“You’re not exactly John Lennon.”

“I am ten John Lennons. Every heartbeat of mine is a symphony to your being.”

“Not bad for lyrics, Orpheus, but where’s the melody?”

“I’m not your trained parakeet. I don’t sing on command.”

“Is that because you can’t?”

“Ah, the famous ‘you’re not man enough’ gambit!”

She said nothing.

“What are you, fourteen? Are you going to give me the silent treatment if I don’t sing?”

 “Silence for your silence sounds fair to me.”

“I’d prefer a judge’s ruling on this.”

“Fine! Whatever, don’t sing.” She affected apathy, looking away from me, then she looked back. “I just won’t love you anymore.”

“I suppose that’s fair. Your love is contingent on something I can’t do. I just want you to be happy, kitten.”

“I’ll never be happy, I just want a soundtrack to my misery.”

“So why are you smiling?”

“My face is all lies, of course. The truth is always behind me. One step behind me, nipping at my heels like a hungry dog, always trying to trip me just so I’ll feed it. But I won’t. I keep moving forward, just beyond its snapping jaws. The world is more comfortable with deceptions like ours, darling.”

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Jacob Driscoll believes that you are a good person. He wants you to know you are not alone. He is cheering for you. Jacob lives and writes in Brooklyn. He has written interactive fiction for EN Publishing, including The Indomitable Fire Forest of Inennotdar and the upcoming The Dying Skyseer. He knows you can pull through this.