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Up Against the Wall With Me
An Ode of a Story to Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)
“You were always meant to be mine,” Hawke said to Agatha in dreams on the night of the Midsummer festival. “But things got complicated. You realize that, don’t you?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said.
He chuckled. “Of course you don’t. Still playing pretend after all this time.”
“What do you want, Hawke?” she asked, her voice tired.
“Sparks fly,” he said, “and you fall in love. Isn’t that the way?”
Agatha couldn’t quite meet his eyes.
“I have someone else,” she said.
“Oh, do you now? When were you going to enlighten me?”
“I don’t think you know him,” she said. “His name’s John.”
“Hmm. I know a lot of John’s, that’s true. But yours might be a special case. Shall I torture him till you agree to leave paradise and come with me?”
“He doesn’t live in paradise,” Agatha said. “He’s a demon just like you.”
“Oh, how the story twists. That’s very interesting indeed, Agatha.”
Then she awoke from her dream-walking to find her sheets puddled with sweat.
