Part 4/4. Refer to 05July, 12July, and 19July for the other parts of this short story.
Super Philosophy
“Which
scene? There are only like a hundred with the two of them in an office.” Maggie
looks at him blankly. Good Will Hunting is an old movie, out for years, and she
hasn’t seen it in a while.
“When
the doctor talks about the Super Philosophy. Remember, Robin says he thinks
Matt is going through life without ever really getting to know anyone. That’s
you. Is what you’re doing. Ya tebya znayu,
I know you.” Dima pauses for in an inhale, letting the moment draw, the
aftermath of the explosion. “You’re shutting me out. You shut everyone out. So
fucking scared of letting anyone into your world that you push everyone away.” Blyad. Fuck.
Forced to see her reflection in the
openness of Dima’s words, Maggie knows he’s right. “And so what? I hide.”
“But you shouldn’t, Kitten. Let me
in.”
“The folks who are in are already
in. My door’s closed. Windows too. Besides, what’s it matter, Dmitri? This has
just been a passing thing.” Maggie turns her back to him and pulls away the
sheet-curtain. Cricket songs have returned. Somewhere, on the bottom of the
hill, hipsters are calling out drunkenly to one another.
“Maggie, look at me.” Maggie shakes
her head, and hears Dima get up from the bed. He puts her arms around her
shoulders, and rests his head next to her ear. “It matters to me. I love you.” Maggie
whips around to look at Dima. This is not how she expected the conversation to
go, and for once, she has no response planned.
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