[Short] It’s You

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“It’s you.”

She smiled at him, and reached her hands across the table. He smiled back, reaching over to hold her hands tightly, never wanting to let go.

“It’s you.”

The tears fell down her face as she shook her head. He also started to cry. Tears wash away pain.

“It’s you.”

The nurse sadly looked at the third convict in the row. He stepped forward, heart crumpling. He wasn’t promiscuous. How had he gotten it?

“It’s you.”

The interviewer smiled at her and stepped forward to shake her hand. She was elated – her first job with a large company, amongst so many candidates!

“It’s you.”

His face fell. Retrenched, at this age. What would he tell his family? How would they carry on?

“It’s you.”

The police interrogator’s finger pointed at him, a glaring face behind it. He laughed at that. They had nothing on him.

“It’s you.”

The teacher’s eyes were on him. He stared disbelievingly back as the school hall started to erupt in cheers and hollers. For him.

“It’s you.”

The sneer on the executioner’s face made her want to vomit. She glared back in defiance. They could take her life, but never her beliefs.

“It’s you.”

After so long, after looking up so many dead ends, she’d finally found his address. And he’d recognised her the moment he’d opened the door.

“It’s you.”

He wasn’t happy to see her. She’d meant this as a surprise, and he had another visitor, it seemed. A female one. She stared in disbelief.

“It’s you.”

She smiled, even as the ones who had failed, muttered and grumbled quietly. The last one out of five who’d gotten through the tryouts! She’d have to work even harder, but this was the start she needed.

“It’s you.”

The doctor glared at the patient. His obesity and depression was totally his own fault, to the doctor’s ordered mind. He felt disgusted looking at the sad excuse for a human being in front of him. He wanted him out of his office as soon as possible.

“It’s you.”

The psychologist leaned forward on his desk, looking at her straight in her eyes. Every person matters, he’d told her. And the person who mattered most to herself had to be her. She had to believe it.

“It’s me.”

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