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Uncaged

... “You don’t know,” she said quietly. “Your life is totally different than mine. Different but not better. You couldn’t possibly understand.” “I do,” Heath said stubbornly. Isla shook her head. “No. You don’t. You’re all about living free. You can’t understand what it’s like to be part of something real. We’re total opposites.” “Maybe now,” he said. “But five years ago, I was you. Different city, different job but you all the same. Stressing over deadlines and going about like a hamster on a wheel. No end in sight. I even had a wife.” Isla swallowed. “Where is she now?” “I haven’t got a clue,” Heath breathed. “She was fucking my boss. That was my wake-up call. What was I working towards? Why did I put on a suit and tie every morning? To make money for some sham of a life? I started afresh. Got rid of everything. You can’t imagine how beautiful it felt.” “I’m sorry,” Isla said. He frowned, not understanding. “Why?” “About your wife. But Jeff and I aren’t like that. I can’t explain it. We can count on each other, you know?” Heath stared at her, and then his mouth curved into a reluctant, wry smile. “I know. I know exactly how you feel. Oh god, Isla, it fucking hurts to know. You get each other don’t you? He’s the person you want to wake up to every day, the person who takes care of you when you’re ill, and you can never stay mad at him for more than half an hour. You can’t imagine being without him. You love his smile, the little things he does for you every day.” “Exactly,” ...

... Isla said fervently. “Exactly.” Heath’s eyes stayed locked on hers. “I know how it is. You feel as though you’d give your life for him but then you worry that he wouldn’t be able to survive without you. I felt that way, Isla, ten times over. She was everything. But it doesn’t last. He probably has a friend, a co-worker, some girl you don’t even think anything of. And you never even suspect a thing. He’ll be careful, of course. He’ll even feel guilty. He’ll start buying you gifts more often. Big, over-the-top bouquets of flowers.” Isla stared at him, wanting to protest, but her mouth was too dry. She thought of the expensive white lilies that Jeff had presented her with just a few days ago. No occasion. Just because he ‘thought she’d like them’. She could feel her heart beating fast with trepidation. The feeling in her stomach reminded her of the Requiem for a Dream soundtrack; ominous and dreading. “It all comes crashing down though,” Heath continued, and he was so close to her it felt indecent. “You don’t think it will, but take it from me. And you’ll think your life is over but it isn’t. And that’s the hard thing. You have to keep living but it feels like there’s no purpose. You’re like a robot. And then if you’re like me, you’ll realise you’ve been a robot all along, only now the programming is different. You have to learn to live for yourself.” Isla knew she should look away but she felt almost hypnotised by his gaze. The tip of his nose was a millimetre from hers. The hand ...