{"id":11441,"date":"2023-05-09T16:07:06","date_gmt":"2023-05-09T14:07:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/prod-2018.frictions.co\/?p=11441"},"modified":"2023-05-11T17:19:13","modified_gmt":"2023-05-11T15:19:13","slug":"messages-prives","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/prod-2018.frictions.co\/english\/love-better-s4\/private-messages\/","title":{"rendered":"Private messages"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"vce-row-container\"><div class=\"vce-row vce-row--col-gap-30 vce-row-columns--top vce-row-content--top vcv-state--show-resizer\" data-vce-full-width=\"true\" data-vce-stretch-content=\"true\" id=\"el-f8d7c52b\" data-vce-do-apply=\"all el-f8d7c52b\"><div class=\"vce-row-content\" data-vce-element-content=\"true\"><div class=\"vce-col vce-col--md-17p vce-col--xs-1 vce-col--xs-last vce-col--xs-first vce-col--sm-last vce-col--sm-first vce-col--md-first vce-col--lg-first vce-col--xl-first\" id=\"el-996893c0\"><div class=\"vce-col-inner\" data-vce-do-apply=\"border margin background  el-996893c0\"><div class=\"vce-col-content\" data-vce-element-content=\"true\" data-vce-do-apply=\"padding el-996893c0\"><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"vce-col vce-col--md-66p vce-col--xs-1 vce-col--xs-last vce-col--xs-first vce-col--sm-last vce-col--sm-first vce-col--md-last vce-col--lg-last vce-col--xl-last\" id=\"el-aec96031\"><div class=\"vce-col-inner\" data-vce-do-apply=\"border margin background  el-aec96031\"><div class=\"vce-col-content\" data-vce-element-content=\"true\" data-vce-do-apply=\"padding el-aec96031\"><div class=\"vce-row-container\" data-vce-boxed-width=\"true\"><div class=\"vce-row vce-row--col-gap-30 vce-row-equal-height vce-row-columns--top vce-row-content--top\" id=\"el-d7a31019\" data-vce-do-apply=\"all el-d7a31019\"><div class=\"vce-row-content\" data-vce-element-content=\"true\"><div class=\"vce-col vce-col--md-auto vce-col--xs-1 vce-col--xs-last vce-col--xs-first vce-col--sm-last vce-col--sm-first vce-col--md-first vce-col--lg-first vce-col--xl-first\" id=\"el-11825af5\"><div class=\"vce-col-inner\" data-vce-do-apply=\"border margin background  el-11825af5\"><div class=\"vce-col-content\" data-vce-element-content=\"true\" data-vce-do-apply=\"padding el-11825af5\"><div class=\"vce-text-block\"><div class=\"vce-text-block-wrapper vce\" id=\"el-91da494d\" data-vce-do-apply=\"all el-91da494d\"><iframe id=\"ausha-T6dq\" style=\"border: none; width: 100%; height: 500px;\" src=\"https:\/\/player.ausha.co\/index.html?showId=yJjeJSgegGeA&amp;display=vertical&amp;color=%23F08080&amp;dark=true&amp;multishow=true&amp;podcastId=oLMrEhN5nv9v&amp;v=3&amp;playerId=ausha-T6dq\" name=\"Ausha Podcast Player\" height=\"500\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe><script src=\"https:\/\/player.ausha.co\/ausha-player.js\"><\/script><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"vce-col vce-col--md-auto vce-col--xs-1 vce-col--xs-last vce-col--xs-first vce-col--sm-last vce-col--sm-first vce-col--md-last vce-col--lg-last vce-col--xl-last\" id=\"el-b5016d7e\"><div class=\"vce-col-inner\" data-vce-do-apply=\"border margin background  el-b5016d7e\"><div class=\"vce-col-content\" data-vce-element-content=\"true\" data-vce-do-apply=\"padding el-b5016d7e\"><div class=\"vce-text-block\"><div class=\"vce-text-block-wrapper vce\" id=\"el-8a49e62b\" data-vce-do-apply=\"all el-8a49e62b\"><p><iframe id=\"ausha-Yyq7\" style=\"border: none; width: 100%; height: 500px;\" src=\"https:\/\/player.ausha.co\/index.html?showId=yJjeJSgegGeA&amp;display=vertical&amp;color=%23F08080&amp;dark=true&amp;multishow=true&amp;podcastId=oRjQRhvKWjdo&amp;v=3&amp;playerId=ausha-Yyq7\" name=\"Ausha Podcast Player\" height=\"500\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe><script src=\"https:\/\/player.ausha.co\/ausha-player.js\"><\/script><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"vce-text-block\"><div class=\"vce-text-block-wrapper vce\" id=\"el-f8f5e957\" data-vce-do-apply=\"all el-f8f5e957\"><p><b>Episode 1<\/b><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I\u2019m pulling away. It\u2019s been happening for a while. Laura and I look at each other without seeing each other. We cross paths without touching. I\u2019d like to say we brush against each other, but even that would be too sensual. I don\u2019t know when it happened. It would make more sense if I could identify the turning point. The decline. The moment when it started to end.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It sounds stupid, but the two of us were a given. We laughed, murmured, made promises. Promises we didn\u2019t keep.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On our second date, I drew her. I compared us to Jack and Rose, in Titanic, because I knew she liked the film. Even if I didn\u2019t. I said that I was just a touch less handsome than DiCaprio, and she was just a touch more dressed than Kate Winslet. She laughed. Since then, I\u2019ve liked that film a little more. Drawing her that night, I found her perfect. I learned her by heart, setting her outline onto the white page, which only comes to life after I trace the last curve of the last of her long lashes. She didn\u2019t laugh when she saw the drawing. No \u2013 I think that she loved me. It was mutual. That\u2019s what our bodies told each other, anyway.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I haven\u2019t drawn her for a long time. I could say that she isn\u2019t perfect to me anymore. That I no longer idealise her, that I\u2019m looking for a new model. That would be bullshit. I still find her beautiful, even when she cries until her nose runs. I still find her full of life when she laughs too loud, without knowing I\u2019m watching her. I still find her disarming when she breaks down and smokes cigarette after cigarette, overwhelmed by meetings at work or arguments with her sister. I still see the little girl in her. Maybe too much. Maybe I have too much affection for her to love her. Too much tenderness to desire her. Maybe that\u2019s what everyday life does. Maybe it\u2019s that I simply don\u2019t love her anymore. And I can\u2019t do anything about it. Maybe it\u2019s \u2013&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><b>BZZZ BZZZ&nbsp;<\/b><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I emerge from my thoughts, back into the real world. The noise of the metro, silhouettes around me. Someone coughs. Two teenagers laugh.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><b>BZZZ BZZZ<\/b><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In my pocket, my phone vibrates. An Instagram notification. A private message from Marion. I don\u2019t know any Marions. I unlock the phone and the message pops up.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hi Florent, we don\u2019t know each other, but I was at the launch of your last book \u2013 which I loved. And I have to say that I loved hearing you talk about it, too. You probably don\u2019t have the time to reply (and might not want to?) but I just wanted to let you know. All the best, looking forward to reading your next book. Marion.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She\u2019s right, I won\u2019t reply. Since my last graphic novel came out, I\u2019ve had dozens of messages like this. Fans, who no doubt think that I\u2019m as good in bed as I am with a pencil. Some send timid messages, and others are more predatory, suggest that I should come visit their houses in the countryside. To talk about my next project, of course. Why not this weekend? Their son will be with his father\u2026&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Reception is bad in the metro, and her photo hasn\u2019t loaded. I don\u2019t care. I don\u2019t need to see it. I\u2019ve never replied, anyway. I\u2019m not available.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Each night, the trip home from work is the same. I stay late at the agency, until the cleaners arrive. I\u2019m the last to leave, even when I have nothing to do. Because I can\u2019t face going home, and confronting the emptiness between us. The silence between us. So, I tell Laura that work is killing me. I almost feel like it\u2019s not a lie, even though it\u2019s with her that I know longer know how to breathe.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The metro stops. I step out of the carriage and automatically unlock my phone. Marion\u2019s profile picture appears. It\u2019s not a pretty, seductive blond with a Spritz in hand. Or a mysterious brunette in black and white. It\u2019s Klimt\u2019s The Kiss, one of my favourites. At the top of the stairs to the street, the cold hits me in the face. The wind makes me squint. My fingers are already going numb, so I hurry. I don\u2019t think. And I reply:&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hey, thanks for your message. And nice profile pic!&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Marion has been writing to me for a few days now, and I\u2019ve been replying. We talk all day. In the morning, I leave earlier for work, and I dawdle on the way so we can talk. She makes me smile. She makes me laugh. We talk about art, cinema. We talk about ourselves, just a little.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">One day, I\u2019m sitting at my desk messaging her, while my colleagues are on lunch. I ask her what she does for work. The conversation has been so natural that I\u2019ve never had the chance to ask her. She doesn\u2019t reply. That never happens. I worry that I\u2019ve made some kind of blunder. I imagine the worst \u2026tax inspector? Escort? Driving-school teacher? I make myself laugh to calm myself down. And I try again:&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Are you still there?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She\u2019s writing. Phew.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sorry, I cut myself.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Not a great excuse. I conclude that she doesn\u2019t want to talk about work, and I don\u2019t press her. After all, she doesn\u2019t push me when she asks if I\u2019m in a relationship and I say that I don\u2019t want to talk about it. It doesn\u2019t matter. Things are easy between us. I think that I like her. And that makes me a bit sad.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I take the lasagne out of the oven. Salmon and spinach, Laura\u2019s favourite. I decided to cook for her tonight, like when we first started dating, seven years ago. I open the window to let out the heat and the steam, and the murmur of the street drifts discreetly into our apartment. During dinner, I\u2019m relaxed. Laura reciprocates my good mood. It\u2019s nice. For the first time in a long time, I\u2019m with her. And I don\u2019t think about Marion.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When Laura gets up to clear our plates, I look over at my phone on the couch. It\u2019s lying face down, the way I leave it when I don\u2019t want to be distracted by notifications. I hear the clinking of dishes. I would have liked Laura to come back and sit down. I would have liked us to look at each other, not speaking, as we finished our glasses of wine. I get up to join her in the kitchen. When I approach her, she jumps and raises her finger to her mouth. I ask her if she cut herself, and she tersely replies that she has.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her coldness extinguishes the weak flame that has been rekindled tonight. Of course, I think of Marion. When she cuts herself, we laugh about it. Right now, I feel like I want to run out of here and straight to her. To meet her, for the first time. Laura asks me to finish the dishes, tells me that she\u2019s going to bed. So I finish the dishes. With my phone by my side.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Saturday night. I sit in front of one of the kitschy, cult films that I\u2019ve seen a hundred times. One of the films that I\u2019ve gotten into the habit of watching without seeing, too. Laura is in the bedroom. I think. She\u2019s closed the door to the corridor. I want to get up, cross that corridor, find her wherever she is, and kiss her. Do much more than kiss her, maybe.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I pick up my phone to message Marion. It\u2019s the first time that I\u2019ve reached out first. I\u2019m afraid of what that means. No, actually, I think that I don\u2019t care. I don\u2019t know. I ask her: What are you up to?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She replies immediately.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I\u2019m in the bath.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the beginning of our relationship, when Laura took a bath, I liked to join her with two glasses of white wine. I liked to think that it was something from one of the romantic comedies that she liked. It made her laugh. Often, we made love.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I imagine Marion naked in the hot water and have to take a deep breath. I know exactly what I want to write. But instead, I awkwardly try to keep it light : \u00ab Are you sploshing around? \u00bb&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I wait a few seconds, nervous.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She writes:&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yes, but all alone, sadly.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Reflexively, I sit up straight on the couch. I look in the direction of the door. For the first time, I\u2019m afraid of getting caught. It excites me. Not a sound. I reply. \u00ab Should I join you? \u00bb&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I don\u2019t really know what I\u2019m doing. I am not even sure if I want this, really. The heat that swept over my body dissipates. I gently shake my head, at myself. I write :&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Joking!&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Of course, it\u2019s not a joke. Of course, I want to join her, this stranger that is so like me. But I don\u2019t want it to be like this.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I write: Enjoy the bath, talk to you later.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When Laura comes to bed, I\u2019m on my phone. I\u2019ve never hidden it. Before, I would scroll through my newsfeed, until I was exhausted. Now, I just pretend. Now, Marion is the only news I\u2019m interested in. In any case, Laura is on her phone too.\nMy phone vibrates, and I can\u2019t suppress an exasperated noise. I thought that it was on silent. But I don\u2019t think Laura cares, anyway. It might even be convenient for her if I flirt with someone else. I don\u2019t know. It\u2019s not important. What is important is this message, Marion asking : \u00ab Are you busy?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2013 No, not at all.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2013 I was just thinking, maybe we should grab a drink sometime soon. \u00bb<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My heartbeat quickens. I breathe out, loudly. I think I\u2019ve been expecting this message. I would never have dared to write it myself. And now that I\u2019m reading it, I don\u2019t know what to do about it. That\u2019s not true. I know exactly what to do. I reply:&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00ab Just maybe? \u00bb&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I trying to play it cool, but all I\u2019m doing is buying time. I think that I\u2019m giving her the chance to change her mind. Or to suggest that I come have a drink with her colleagues. Or that she has a drink with me and my friends. To not be alone with her. Not let something happen that I want to happen.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She writes:&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alright, then we should definitely grab a drink. Better?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I do want her all to myself. I want her, full stop. I want to kiss her. I want us to run away together, to do each other some good. I want to believe that she\u2019s beautiful, this faceless stranger, I want to believe that my body would know how to speak to hers and that together they would be impossible to shut up.\nNo more hesitating.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Much better. When are you free?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Tomorrow after work?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Tomorrow? So soon?&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yes. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is already too late.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I write:&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00ab Okay, does around 7pm work for you? Do you have somewhere in mind?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">7pm is perfect. I was thinking of <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Chez \u00c9mile <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">in town, do you know it? \u00bb Writing a reply, I have the feeling that something inside me is dying. \u00ab Yes, I know it. That works for me. \u00bb&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Marion replies:&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00ab See you tomorrow then, goodnight.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2013 Yes, see you tomorrow. Goodnight. \u00bb&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lying in bed, my heart is beating out of my chest. The seconds pass. The minutes. When Laura turns out her light, I realise that I still have my phone in my hand. I put it on the bedside table and watch the blue light fade away, like a flame dying out. I turn towards Laura. We\u2019re face to face.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I murmur goodnight. She kisses me, and I kiss her back. Her breath caresses my lips. My hand reaches out to caress her waist. Her hips. That night, we make&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">love like two teenagers, wanting each other each other without knowing each other. Then, like two adults afraid of being recognised, we turn our backs on one another. There\u2019s a knot in my throat.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This morning, I put on cologne. I never wear it normally. I feel ridiculous, like I\u2019m doing my best to get caught. Laura doesn\u2019t say anything. Her indifference almost makes me happy with myself. Almost. I begin making an excuse for my absence that night, but she cuts me off, she doesn\u2019t care.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I really have tried everything to get caught. To the point of inventing a bad excuse, when no one asked for an excuse. I look at her, for a long time. I almost hope that she\u2019s hurt. On her way out of the bathroom, she assures me that it\u2019s fine.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On the way to the restaurant, I\u2019m still hoping to run into someone, a friend that Laura and I have in common, someone that I would be incapable of lying to. Then, ashamed, I would turn around. I want the bus not to come. I want a protest to block the street. I want Marion to cancel, to tell me that she\u2019s moved cities. I want her to tell me that she\u2019s a hitman for the Czech mafia, that she\u2019s a vampire, anything\u2026 But Marion doesn\u2019t cancel. And the bus takes me straight to her.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I walk into the restaurant. I wait. She told me that she would find me, because she knows what I look like.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I freeze. I see her. I see her before she comes to find me. She doesn\u2019t need to tell me who she is. I recognise her. I know her.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I move towards her. Slowly, I sit down at the table, where two glasses of wine are waiting for us. She looks at me. On her face is a tenderness that I haven\u2019t seen in a long time. At the corners of her lips, the sweetness of a smile, traced in lines of sorrow. In her eyes, shining with tears, I see the last sparks of the curious illusion that was Marion die out. And so, we look at each other. And I see only her.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I murmur,&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHi, Laura.\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHi.\u201d<\/span><\/p><p><b>Episode 2&nbsp;<\/b><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He\u2019s pulling away. It\u2019s been happening for a while. Florent and I live together, but separately. I eat dinner with his absence each night. He\u2019s the closest to me, and the furthest away. He\u2019s \u201cswamped at work\u201d, or that\u2019s the official line he gives me when I mention the distance between us. He\u2019s obsessed with his phone. It\u2019s always within reach, and he checks it constantly. Obviously, I thought there could be something going on with one of his colleagues. Florent is an illustrator and has a decent reputation for his graphic novels. A fan, maybe? The thought turns my stomach.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before, when I came to bed, Florent would always watch me get undressed. I would feel his gaze on me, caressing my body. Often, our eyes met, and he told me that I was beautiful. I would be embarrassed, but turned on, too. Now, all he looks at is his phone, with that damn blue light that takes all his attention. Not much happens in our bed anymore, and sometimes I ask myself if he notices I\u2019m there at all. Maybe if I sent him a message\u2026&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A message, yes. Or messages. A conversation. With someone that he didn\u2019t know was me. I could make a fake profile on Insta, pass myself off as a groupie. Then I would know for sure. And I\u2019d have his attention.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A few days later, the idea has taken shape. I have a new Instagram account \u2013 my name is Marion. My profile image isn\u2019t a photo, but Klimt\u2019s The Kiss, one of Florent\u2019s favourites. Marion met Florent at a publisher\u2019s launch party. She didn\u2019t talk to him, of course, but she heard him talk about his work. And she liked him. I\u2019ve prepared my first message, after a lot of thought. I put my plan in motion in the street, while walking to my bus stop. I press send and stuff my phone into my bag. I wait for the bus, nervous. I watch a dog pulling at its leash, a woman making a call, a child crying in its pram. I want Florent to reply, even if I know that I shouldn\u2019t. The bus arrives and I get on and sit down. I crack and rummage in my bag for my phone. He\u2019s seen the message. He\u2019s writing back. The bus driver brakes suddenly, and several people standing in the aisle almost fall. My neck smacks against the headrest. The message comes through:&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hey, thanks for your message. And nice profile pic!<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s happening. We begin a conversation and start messaging every day. In \u201creal life\u201d I act as if nothing\u2019s happening. But as soon as Florent steps out of the door to go to work, I send a message. I\u2019m always the first to message, several times a day. Often at lunchtime, in my usual restaurant, where we had our first date seven years ago. Florent always replies. Our conversation is fluid, friendly. I try to make him laugh, and it works. And he makes me laugh, too.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You\u2019re in a good mood these days!&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I jump. It\u2019s Damien, the waiter, who\u2019s caught me in the middle of a conversation with Flo. I blush, mumble something, reach for my glass to regain my composure, but my gesture is clumsy, and it falls to the floor, shattering. I rush to pick up the pieces and cut myself. Shit!&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Florent messages:&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Are you still there?&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sorry, I cut myself.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Double shit.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That evening, I take care to remove the bandage from my finger before Florent comes home. Dinner is a little less silent than usual. Florent seems more relaxed. I\u2019m flattered, and irritated. I\u2019m thinking about it while doing the dishes, when I painfully re-open my cut while wiping a glass. I jerk my had away and lift my finger to my mouth to stem the bleeding.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Did you cut yourself?&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yes, but it\u2019s fine \u2013 it\u2019s nothing.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Florent looks at me for a long moment. I hold my breath and make an excuse to escape:\n\u00ab Can you finish the dishes? I\u2019m exhausted, I\u2019m going to bed. \u00bb&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Saturday night. I\u2019m in the bath. Florent is sitting in the living room, on his phone no doubt. When we started dating, he would often join me with two glasses of white wine. It was very romantic comedy; I loved it. We would talk about everything and nothing \u2013 it was simple, nice. My phone vibrates:&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What are you up to?&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I\u2019m in the bath.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s the first time that Florent has messaged first, and the first time that we\u2019ve written to each other while we\u2019re both at home. I shiver.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Are you sploshing around?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I smile. Florent loves using funny words, he\u2019s a real nerd. I often tease him about it.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yes, but all alone, sadly.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What am I doing?&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Should I join you?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What? Wow. How am I meant to react to that? Does he mean it? I listen for Florent\u2019s footsteps in the corridor. Nothing, obviously. I\u2019m sweating. Another notification.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Joking!&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Okay, keep your cool, girl. Go on the offensive.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00ab Are you? Too bad... \u00bb With those three little dots. I bite my lip. He replies: \u00ab Enjoy the bath, talk to you later. \u00bb&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I sigh. I\u2019m relieved. And frustrated. I think I\u2019ve had enough of this little game.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I find Florent in bed, like every night. And, like every night, he\u2019s riveted to his phone. As usual, I turn my back to him, on my own phone. I send a message.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There\u2019s a beep from his side of the bed; Florent stirs. He must be annoyed that he forgot to put it on silent.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Are you busy?&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No, not at all.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Clearly.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I was just thinking, maybe we should grab a drink sometime soon.\n\u2013 Just maybe?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Florent replies instantly, without a moment of hesitation. And with a touch of humour that makes me smile, despite everything.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Alright, then we should definitely grab a drink. Better?&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Much better. When are you free?&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Tomorrow after work?&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Florent is thinking about it. I hold my breath, frozen under the blanket. I feel like if I make the slightest movement, a spotlight will flood down on me and a TV presenter will award me Liar of Year in front of a screaming crowd, handing me a microphone for my acceptance speech. Florent writes:&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00ab Okay, does around 7pm work for you? Do you have somewhere in mind?&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">7 is perfect. I was thinking of Chez \u00c9mile in town, do you know it? Yes, Florent \u2013 the restaurant where you had, a little over seven years ago, your first date with me. You know, me, the person lying next to you.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A pause. Florent hesitates. Does he dare say yes?&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yes, I know it. That works for me.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Something breaks inside me.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00ab See you tomorrow then, goodnight.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2013 Yes, see you tomorrow. Goodnight. \u00bb&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I put my phone down. After a few seconds the blue light dies out. Florent\u2019s too.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the same time, we turn towards one another in the dim room. \u201cGoodnight.\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGoodnight.\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I kiss him. He kisses me back. It\u2019s been a while. It\u2019s surprising, it\u2019s good. I sense that he is as surprised as I am. We look at each other without seeing each other. That night, we make love gingerly, gently. Afterwards, we turn our backs to each other again, each person on their own side of the bed. I wipe a tear from my cheek.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the morning, I brush my teeth in the bathroom, Florent next to me. He smells of cologne. He never wears cologne. I think about saying something, but I hold back. It would be cruel.\n\u201cI have something on at work tonight \u2013 you know Stephanie, she\u2019s decided to leave, and\u2026\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s okay, Florent. I can make my own plans.\u201d \u2013 \u201cYou don\u2019t want to know where I\u2019ll be?\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo, it\u2019s fine.\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Florent stares at me in the mirror.\n\u201cIt\u2019s fine, really,\u201d I say, leaving the room.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I arrive a little early. I ask Damien to seat me at a little table set apart, facing the door. I order two glasses of wine. I watch the entrance to the bar, feeling like Tony Soprano in the final episode of the series. The thought makes me smile; it\u2019s the kind of thing that I would tell Florent. But this time, I can\u2019t. The thought makes me sad.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He walks in. The instant that his gaze meets mine, he freezes. We look right into each other\u2019s eyes; I feel like he has never looked at me like this. Suddenly, I\u2019m afraid that he\u2019ll walk out. But he doesn\u2019t, he comes towards me, and I start breathing again. He sits down facing me.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHi, Laura.\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHi.\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We sit a moment. Florent takes a mouthful of wine and lets his hand rest on the table. I take the chance to put my hand on his.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s not the best idea I\u2019ve ever had.\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI shouldn\u2019t have replied.\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Silence. The conversations around me sound muffled, as though coming to me from another reality.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I feel Florent\u2019s fingers move against mine, and soon we\u2019re holding hands. \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMe too.\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We look at each other for a long moment. Both of us have tears in our eyes.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe have to think about things, don\u2019t we?\u201d&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I nod. 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