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Central International Airport This choice: Jessica Screams and Hugs the Man • Go Back... What was it with this character, she thought. Why was he chasing her? This couldn't be right.
"What on earth do you want", she waved his hand from her sleeve.
"I am no stalker, please hear me out." The man begged.
"What then?"
"You left something at the gate in London Heathrow, I just had to follow you down to Paris to give it back to you. It's that important. "
She looked startled now, less uncomfortable. He had taken her by surprise. What possibly could she have left in London. Everything important was here, was it?
In a sudden panic, she took out her purse and looked inside.
Passport, check, ID card, check, money, check, traveler's checks, check. Photo's from the homefront, double-check!
"I really don't know what you mean. I didn't lose anything. You must be mistaken."
"I don't think so", he smiled an ackward smile.
"What did I leave then, please tell me? I am in a hurry for an important meeting."
"Here it is", he said giving her the red leather backpack he was carrying.
"That's not mine? You came down here to give me that?! That's somebody elses, I am so sorry. You have the wrong girl." She put the bag on the street.
She turned and was about to walk away, when he uttered a big sigh and started to cry.
Feeling helpless, she stopped her tracks and looked at him.
She never had seen a man cry before, not in the wild anyway.
He grabbed the bag and unzipped it.
"Look", he said."..this is what you left behind in London. It's yours now. It used to be mine. But I don't have any use for it anymore."
Reluctantly Jessica took a peek inside.
She screamed a sudden cry.
"Whoah, you sick fuck, what's that, is it real? There is blood all over."
She stared at a fresh lump of meat, veins visible, bloody and gross!
Did it move? She thought it moved... Oh boy, this could not happen to her, a crazy man stalking her in the middle of an foreign city. With a bag full of fresh bloody meat. Her French wasn't even that good. She should call the police. This was bad, really bad.
"That", he said looking at her with sad eyes, "is my heart".
"Your what?" That was enough. She backed off and started to run.
But he took her by surprise and grabbed her, firmly stopping her in her pace.
"It's my heart", he repeated. "You did this to me. You took my heart and left it the way it is now. I am without a heart because you left me at Heathrow Airport.
I am in love with you. Take what's left of it, I have no use of it now. It's yours to take. Please?! "
He unbuttened his shirt.
He was standing in front of her, sad but honest eyes, hair all over the place, and, as she saw for the first time, a gaping hole in the middle of his chest.
She screamed a second time.
"Oh, noooo!"
"O, yes dear, you took my breath away in London and my heart stopped right then and there. I had to take it out and follow you to give it to you. It's yours now. I am a broken man for the rest of my remaining days."
Jessica stood there, there was not a sound, not a whiff of wind.
Slowely she walked toward him. And hugged him.
Poor sod!
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