Joke Thirty Two: The Truth is buried deep | Level Four

[crazyclownwoman]

 Hey Mayfield! Just needed to get a few things off my chest

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[heart_x_strings]

He...threw you out of a window?

[crazyclownwoman]

.....yeah.

That one hurt.

[heart_x_strings]

That's...that's terrible. [And you can hear her start to tear up.]

And he's your significant other?

[crazyclownwoman]

.....yeah.

[heart_x_strings]

I can sympathize, in a strange way. He didn't throw me out of a window, but...

[crazyclownwoman]

....what happened with you?

[heart_x_strings]

[God, why is she talking about this? She's literally gnawing on her fingers on the other end of the phone.]

I...I...waited for him for eleven years. I still loved him, and when I saw him he didn't remember me. And when he did...he didn't love me back, and started dating a mutual friend. I-I am happy for them, but can't help but feel pangs of jealousy...

B-But that's not as bad as getting thrown out of a window.

[crazyclownwoman]

........th-that's horrible!

[heart_x_strings]

I have lived through worse. It's alright now...[Or is that just another lie? Really, though, she's happy for them, but her subconscious is poking at her with a stick...]

[And she's going to reiterate:] Getting thrown out of a window is horrid, though. Physical violence has no place in a relationship...

[crazyclownwoman]

No it doesn't....but still....

......guys are real jerks sometimes.

[heart_x_strings]

I...would not call him a "jerk." He did many wonderful things for me, as a friend...

[A beat. Annnnd she wants to get off of this topic.]

You said your name was Harley? Mine is Kotomi.

[crazyclownwoman]

Oh yeah. My name's Harleen, but everyone calls me Harley. Nice ta' meetcha Kotomi.

[heart_x_strings]

Hmm...Harley-san, will you be alright?

[crazyclownwoman]

.....I'm not sure.

Maybe.