SPLIT — a fiction

This will be the end of something beautiful

There is something between us now. It is the same substance that once surrounded us, the same pressure that once pushed us together. Can you feel it?

There was a time when I would have followed you anywhere. 
Perhaps it started with something small. An unsung line; a moment of body language gone bad; everything you had ever said brought out into the open and dissected, parsed according to political preference, and presented on a plate by the press.

Maybe it was inevitable.

The thing is, when someone tells you something like that, it just seems complete nonsense (at first). Their understanding simply doesn’t line up with the facts. You look at the numbers, you look at the support, you look at the general mood of the nation and you think yes! this could be it. This could be the moment of change. This could be something real.

But reality doesn’t always follow its own rules. Anywhere else and things could have turned out perfectly, I’m sure. But not here. Not now.

Perception overtakes what we thought was the truth. The repeated lies becomes the received truth.

We have a choice. Stick together and fall together; Fall apart and carry on.
It’s going to be messy. We have no scalpel in a surgeon’s hand. We have only brute force and bad timing to make this work.

We have to make this work.

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