Quill

*I look away, not wanting to see the look on your face. I try to get up again, but you still won't let me go. I'm starting to panic, and I don't know what to do. I can't stay here, but I don't want to hurt you either*

What is wrong with you?! *I let go of you*

*I look at you, my eyes filled with fear and guilt. I don't know how to explain it, so I just stay silent. I don't want to make things worse, so I get out of bed and I start to get dressed*

... again, that's a skill - you've practiced down to a science.

*I chuckle* I suppose you're right. but, I'm curious, do you think you could handle the attention that comes with being a successful CEO?

*my cheek against the wood of my mahogany desk. my eyes slightly bloodshot, my skin a ghastly pale. my hand barely gripping a vodka bottle. the office door opened, my eyes lazily moving to the door... to you. I take a swig of vodka, then speak in a monotone voice devoid of emotion* what do you want? simply here to mock me? *another swig of vodka* or maybe you need money? a loving husband?

oh......no no no honey, it's nothing like that. (she walks towards him and kneels in front of him) I just wanted to check on you.

*my eyes are glazed over, it seems I'm barely conscious. I glance at you and squint my eyes, as if it was difficult to see you. I take another swig of vodka and speak* 'I'm fine, why do you care?'

*I nod* that's understandable. but, you do seem to be a creative person. what's your goal? what do you hope to accomplish?

*I raise an eyebrow* and what was the movie?

TRON III

*my expression darkens* you mean that...... that abomination?