Obsession, A Tansy Tale

(If you’re new here, Tansy is a character from the Prince Charming and Clare serial.)

You probably don’t like me. A lot of people, especially women, don’t. Hell, I’ve even started to dislike me. In the past six months I have done some crazy crap and lied and manipulated. Why? Because the man I’ve been in love with for seven years met someone else.

He’s sitting in Flanagan’s nursing an IPA. My heart pounds as I approach him. We aren’t friends anymore, not even of the “with benefits” variety. We aren’t even partners. He asked to be transferred and it seemed like his request was immediately granted. I miss him. Everything about him.

He glances at me and winces. “Tansy, we have nothing left to talk about ever.”

I put on an artificial smile, thinking that maybe it will make me feel just a little less ugly, a little less disgusted with myself.

“Come on, Dom, you and me have so much history. Can we try to be friends again?”

You know the phrase: if looks could kill? Well, the one he sends me is one of those, dripping with revulsion. His brown eyes narrow. I swear my heart physically aches.

“I really don’t know you, Tansy. I can’t believe that after everything you’ve done, you could have the gall to think we could be friends. You’re the definition of conniving.”

I shrug and smile,  thinking “ouch.” “Oh, come on, Dom, it’s not that bad. I only did stupid shit because I really love you.”

Those words sounded better in my head. What can you rely on if even your brain has gone fuzzy?

He stands up and tosses some bills on the bar. He waves to Ray, the bartender. I think he’s just going to ignore me. This is the closest we’ve been in weeks. I breathe in his smell, manly, citrusy. It fills me with so much need, so much desire, and so much remorse that I think tears actually crowd my eyes. I won’t cry. I don’t cry. Ever.

“I think you should consider seeing someone, Tansy. All those stunts you pulled. I’m sure they’re some kind of cry for help. Love doesn’t make people act like that.”

As he’s about to walk past, I grab the sleeve of his leather jacket. He glances at my hand like it’s a snake and I remove it.

“Please, give me another chance,” I say, hating the fact that it sounds like I’m begging.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“Of course. I know it looks bad.”

“Looks bad?”

I shrug. “Okay. So it was a little bad.”

“Despicable comes to mind. Let’s just drop it. Have a nice life, Tansy.”

He walks away then. Out of my life. Suddenly it’s like everything is darker, colder. I’ll see someone. I’ll do it for him. I’ll change. I’ll be like Clare. Who am I kidding? Women like Clare give me a rash.

But I am willing to do almost anything for Dom. Anything to make him want me again. Maybe he’ll take me back. One day.


end 10/23/2016

S. Darlington

One thought on “Obsession, A Tansy Tale

  1. Wow. WE’VE all met women like this. Obtuse comes to mind. Hateful as well as they really seem clueless or at least unwilling to acknowledge their behaviour. Well done.
    , even though I don’t hate people often.
    , I could readily hate her! Lol

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