"Let them think what they want," he replied, pulling her close as the steam from a arriving locomotive swirled around them. "In this world, we are the heroes. We saved each other. That's the only truth that matters."
The interrogation room was painted a color that could only be described as municipal despair. A flickering fluorescent light hummed at a frequency that vibrated right at the base of Susan’s skull. Across the metal table sat Detective Lancing, tapping a plastic ballpoint pen against her notepad.
"It was a very beautiful story," Susan said softly, smiling a small, tragic smile. "And you are trying to ruin it." If you'd like to explore this further, let me know:
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She looked up and saw Christopher. He wasn't the tired, balding, stressed man she had seen in the holding cell. He was her dashing leading man, wearing a fedora tilted perfectly over his eyes. He stepped out of the fog, holding a small bouquet of violets.
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Susan smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that never touched her lips in the real world. She took his hand. "They think we are monsters, Chris."
Susan looked down at her hands. They were trembling. She squeezed them together, hard, until her knuckles turned white.