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It doesn't matter anymore, he mumbled. It's over. Move on.
You can't change anything about this.
His thoughts were jerked back into reality at the sound of
the Fax Machine. The Fax Machine that ruins people's lives. The
Fax Machine that makes fools of us all. It was the Fax Machine that
made his hands feel sweaty every time he got close. It made his
stomach flutter with excitement and his hands quiver with fear. It
operated under the name of love yet did everything but manufacture
just that. How sad must it be, such an existence, he thought.
He grabbed the note and read it. His eyes widening with
horror as he comprehended the note before his very eyes.
It can't be, he thought. No. Not her. How could he do this to
her? She doesn't deserve this. He can't make her love someone
who abuses her, uses her as a tool. Every day he'd pass by their
house, he'd hear her screaming and him laughing or yelling
something. How could he make Anita fall back in love with Dominic,
a man who not only doesn't love her anymore, but also cheats on
her, beats her up, and uses her as his emotional punching bag?
He couldn't. It was too cruel.
He thought about an article he read the other day while he
was looking around in a library down on Earth. It was about
domestic abuse. It was a kind of love that the abused relentlessly
pursued, knowing that the euphoria they're trying to achieve is
never going to happen again. It was a form of one-sided love.
A love that seemed to exist to only hurt both sides of the equation.
It broke his heart as he read each and every word. And now, this,
this cold, heartless Fax Machine wants him to create just that?