Salaud

This was not Dawn. This was not the girl I reunited with at Old Port on July 2nd of this year. That much I was forced to accept, hearing her speak words that the girl from my dreams never would. Stirring inside me a sense of smallness and weakness that the laughing girl in the pink dress never would. Attacking and tearing me down  in a way that the woman I love never would. This stranger was only a dead ringer.

“Are you just gonna stand there, now? Where’s all your vim and vigor now, asshole?”

“Enough.” Mr. Tremblay said firmly. “Gale’s been having a rough time. He’s probably just very confused right now.”