The beginning: http://www.stihi.ru/2019/01/07/7922
Chapter 2. Game
She:
Every day she waited impatiently for his call, not sure that he would call. Although he rarely missed the evening, not to throw with her at least a couple of words.
She was waiting for him, but she knew perfectly well that such a handsome man could not have only one friend by correspondence. Yes, and she corresponded with several men at the same time. Of course, none of them knew about the existence of the other. She's never lied before. It and now was this hate, but game was dragging. And she otherwise, as to the game, to these virtual flirting and did not belong. She was too smart for that.
Swit, Paul, Scott, Roy ... When their legends began to repeat, she just became disgusted, but she stubbornly brought each game to its logical end, exposing his interlocutor in lies and extortion. Faces flashed like a kaleidoscope. But now only John remained.
The only thing that surprised her was the fact that the virtual Dating was in waves: at first several people said to her they military from Syria or Afghanistan.
They told her stories about their service, about how hard it was for them. Someone, everyone with their words, to serve under the contract was no more than two months, and each was explained to her in love and was going to send it on the address the parcel with your valuable things.
That's all they need it is her identification dates for. She smiled, sitting in front of a computer and she to all answered, that she loves them, but no data were given.
Most of them came across on lie pretty quickly: not knowledge of geography, not knowledge of military uniforms, which is attributed to itself, and many other details. And someone has long shone on the Internet as an international marriage swindler. And after the first puncture they immediately disappeared from her life. Others were very Intrusive. Trying to pull off one Scam, a week later tried to apply another model to it.
And they very angry that she not falls into their trap. Then went the second wave of adventurers. All as one were represented by doctors podiatrists having a dependent minor child. When she saw the fourth letter with the same text, where not only the sex of the child, but also his age, were the same, she laughed all day.
She are congratulating herself on being a part of someone's big game. And the fact that she broke into someone's game, she was sure of it.
Over time It appeared their techniques, which she learned to provoke his interlocutors, forcing them to speed up the deception. She calmly could tell them without feeling any emotion,"my dear, my darling, how I love you", provoking interlocutors to further action. Everyone had the same stereotype: "the client is in love, so it's time to breed for money." But money it is to give them was not going to. Just put a tick, as during the war on the towers of tanks and wings of aircraft painted stars for the downed enemy. So is she.
She was described the most original adventurers in her poems and then posted her works on the Internet. Friends began to call her miss Marple and Sherlock Holmes in a skirt. She just laughed it off, saying that she prefers jeans.
She couldn't catch only John. Or not wanted? She liked the image of a smiling handsome man so much that she even began to dream of his. And in the morning was borning new poems were . There were many. And people liked them. Only in these verses was the anguish and hopelessness
She'd been like that for three weeks. Three weeks. It is this period that psychologists assume that to form a stable habit. It is not more than three weeks lasted each of her virtual romance.
And then there was a breakthrough in her mind: if men like her, just let they talk her about it, then... Then she must become what they see. Or they pretend to see... Enough to be a gray mouse! Long live beauty!
In order to replenish the cosmetic bag, it was enough to go to the first store on the road. It was more difficult with dresses: she not wore them for several years. But this problem was solvable. And then-a photo Studio and professional photography. Approaching anniversary, and she wanted to be especially charming and attractive.
He:
At first he was happy. He wanted to smile all the time: it worked! She Gotcha! It is better! I can too! The woman answered him with sympathy.
He started playing. Fantasy helpfully drew him a separate apartment, a car... he understood that on one time he will could not earn so much, but it was necessary to start somewhere?
He went to bed and caught himself seeing her image before his eyes. It is a pity that he can not live the life that he invented for her and for himself..She already answered him with mutual sympathy and said that she were ready to move to the States to him if he came for her. If he came... he knew perfectly well that it would never happen, but he was in no hurry to destroy her illusion. She was happy, even if only a few days, but he was pleased.
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Hank reached for the phone. Include it. Every time he did this, he was looking forward to the good news. It has become a habit. It saved money and did not distract from business during the day.
He was looking at the face of the woman he was playing with. But what is it? She was so good! And much younger than the other photos. Its eyes glowed thus light and love, that became not on itself. How? How could he deceive her? And this woman called herself the gray mouse?
The ring on her hand caught his attention. What's it? Is she married?
An unfamiliar feeling stirred in his chest. Jealousy? That's not possible. And maybe just a remorse? After all, he could ruin her life! He had to do something. It's not too late to stop this game.
From correspondence:
- Hi.
- Hello, my dear! I'm glad you remember me.
- I always remember you, sweet.
- Why don't you ever call me by my name? You remember him?
- Because you'll always be my sweetheart. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with until death do us part, - he was wrote these lines, and he was disgusted. He no longer wanted to deceive this woman, but could not stop.He needed an excuse to stop this game and not torment her or himself anymore. Here it is! Ring on her finger. He took a deep breath and asked what he thought was the most important question.
- Why didn't you tell me you are married? Goodbye!
- Wait! You've got it all wrong! I always walk with this ring! For years! her voice was heard so many entreaties and resentment that he couldn't interrupt the conversation by turning off the phone.
- I know, that you're texting not only with me, - deserted he a new trial balloon, again forcing its prove correct and feel guilty.
- I don't hide that corresponded earlier with several men. But I met them at the same time as you. And then I broke up with everyone ... - he didn't know that to answer to her. He was pleased to hear it, and very ashamed. He was deceiving her, and there was nothing he could do about it.
- Nicely. I trust you. But I have to go now. Goodbye sweetie. Take care of yourself for me/
He ended the conversation and exhaled air. His lungs seemed to burn with the heat that emanated from his body.
She:
This conversation was not easy for her. After all she tried, above all, for him. I thought he'd say how good she was! And Hank? Began to suspect her of treason!
It was unpleasant, but it made her think, and whether it was a virtual lover real? She sighed and sat down at the computer. The search didn't take long. The results shocked her: so many photos of her familiar face! And so many names gender them!
She bit her lip, concentrated browsing site after site. The same face, only captured by the camera at different times. But here is among diversity Hey, here's those same eyes, framed netting wrinkles. Here's the prototype! She never expected to be able to find him. It was truly unexpected! Then it went much easier to find a familiar face in the social network, knowing the name and surname – a matter of minutes...
The woman gasped, feeling both a satisfaction and deep disappointment: the one who is sitting firmly in her mind, was the same scammer, like everyone else. Fantasy helpfully prompted and the real image, and the place where he had to live, who so much time playing with her…
He:
Hank almost cried: he felt that he was too close to the image that he had created for himself, and now he understood that this game was coming to its logical end. . He understood that he really loved this woman, loved the way that every day stood in front of him when he went to bed. After all, he was not guilty of anything in front of her, because he never asked for money, although for this he started everything…
Turning over from side to side, he angrily slammed the pillow, as if it was her fault in the situation in which he was caught. The easiest thing was just to stop writing to her. After all, she once said that time heals. So, in a little while, honey, his sweetheart will just forget about him.
He took a deep breath, giving himself his word that he would do so, and would never call her again, though he promised not to resist.
Morning dulled evening sensations. Day flew by as always in works and cares. In the evening he decided to go to the wasteland, where the party-goers gathered after work. Ordinary guys and gals, the same as he is.
Eric looked at him suspiciously.:
- Something you today some sour. And eyes red. Not sick? – he felt the forehead of the man, but he just shrugged, sensing that the mood turned ugly again. Hank did not want to talk, and he came up with some minor excuse, left the company.
In my head persistently pounded only one thought: what to do? What's next? How to finish all this, and not to offend the her whose image has become so close to the heart? But to finish this adventure so did not want to!
Truly Shakespearean passions: to be or not to be?
Сontinued: http://www.stihi.ru/2019/01/13/449
Версия на русском языке: http://www.proza.ru/2019/01/13/943