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Current Date: December 11, 2022
Character: Mishkael Santos
Race: Human
Age: 35
Current residence: New York City Ruins, New York
For a bare, short little while, I thought the woman had finally gotten the hint. Considering how long it’s been since she started the whole thing and how tight, her weird disillusion is clinging to her, I never thought she’d get it. No amount of my trying to get the point across to her or even Max doing his best with it, she wouldn’t let it go.
For almost two moons now—it’s so weird to be keeping track of things this way but it works well at this point for me—she’d not spoken a single word to me. We’ve crossed paths very often; honestly, more often than we usually did and that was one of the first reasons why I felt there was something wrong with the whole thing. I just don’t know what crossed her little bird-brain but one morning, I woke up and she crossed my paths almost five times just on that day. At most, I would see her once, maybe twice a week. Chance encounters more than anything else but starting on that morning, it was as though she was going out of her way to cross my path.
Except that she wasn’t greeting me when she crossed my path. She did spare me a glance, I could tell that much because I noticed her walk by me the second time and I watched her do it. She walked on by and stared at me through the whole, brief moment. It was as though she really was going out of her way to do this.
In a way, I felt a sort of weird relief. I didn’t have to hear her call me by that name that had nothing to do with me, but on the other hand, I now had to deal with her crossing my paths several times a day and just looking at me as though she could get some messages over to me without talking to me. It’s been a bit disquieting.
Still, I made my peace with that and I think I learned to ignore her because while I still could sort of tell that she’d been near me, I hadn’t really paid her any mind and I hadn’t had to hear that name that just wasn’t mine, no amount of her trying to convince me otherwise or not. In a way, I think I’d told myself that she’d possibly just finally understood that calling me by that name was pointless—I’d even started to no longer answer her, telling her that she had the wrong name—and that doing that was pointless.
Well, two mornings ago, after a full day of not actually seeing her—I can’t even put into words how good that day felt—we were right back to square one. We crossed paths around mid-afternoon, she called me by that name I think I’d partially forgotten and while it was nearly a knee-jerk response to actually react to her in any way, shape or form, I managed to mostly just keep on walking. I might have had a twitch of the shoulder and fingers, I know I bit my tongue but I kept on walking.
All the while, even as I remember turning a corner, in my brain there was a mantra reminding myself to keep my mouth shut and at the same time, a little voice in the back just sighing and frustrated because there she was at it again. Doing exactly the opposite of the last two moons. I really don’t know what’s worse. Seeing her in the corner of my eyes too many times a day or having to ignore her the once or twice a week she’s crossing my path and calling me by a name that doesn’t mean anything to me.
I refuse to break. I can’t. I’m seriously not about to do anything stupid but at this point, I’m to the point of actually finding one of the head docs to talk this issue over with. I’m pretty sure that I’m not the one who needs therapy in any way. It’s not my name. It’s not me. I’m not living in some disillusions. But when someone you see somewhat often—once or twice a week is better than several times a day, but still—is constantly repeating to you a name that isn’t yours, it starts to just sort of find a place in your very soul. I don’t want that.
I hate that whenever I hear that name, it catches my attention. It shouldn’t. I mean hell, back before the world ended and I did what I did for a living, all the little stage names—not that they were uttered often—that I had to deal with for the works in progress, they didn’t leave that much of a lasting mark on me, I recall having to be reminded of what the name was now and again because I’d completely forget it.
So yeah, I’m gonna have to do something about this at this point. I should have done it before but I’m a stubborn idiot.