>>96672954>you can green text tooAmelia nods and leaves the room.
For months you barely see her, the cacophony of her haphazard construction becoming the soundtrack to your days.
You heard that a nearby river was rerouted; the news said something about ecoterrorists but you knew Amelia's handywork when you saw it.
You don't even bother leaving your house now with the media circus outside, scared to find what hell your careless words hath wrought.
"When will you learn?", you ask yourself.
"Never, never will I be free of this curse!", you answer from the deepest part of your mind, the part that holds the things you cannot bear to face.
Knowing it to be true and knowing further the dangerous, damning nature of it, you finally smother the thought and with it your last vestiges of sanity.
Finally, Amelia comes in with a satisfied look on her face.
"I can green text now!" she exclaims, in the same pride-filled tone a child would use to tell their parents that they could tie their shoes, oblivious to sheer insanity that follows in her path.
You walk outside to see a hydroelectric dam occupies what once was your neighbor's house.
"What happened to them?" you almost ask, quickly thinking better of it.
You've been down this road before. Better not to know, you tell yourself.
You see Amelia has her Sidekick plugged into one of the converters, happily texting away.
God, that poor phone salesman. How could he have known?
He was only a kid. He was still a kid, minus a kidney and some ribs.
"What's wrong? You look sad."
"Nothing's wrong. Let's go inside. Inside the house," you add quickly.
The sun glints off the new wind turbine and for a moment you feel no guilt.
The sky's stormy, purple hue existing only as a frame for her smiling face,
her crimson hair like fire on the surrounding woods,
you are left breathless.
Was it wrong to love such a woman?
In that deepest part of your mind, you knew you no longer cared.
