Love Is Love by Mette Bach

Author:Mette Bach
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: James Lorimer and Company Ltd., Publishers
Published: 2017-01-06T00:00:00+00:00

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In the privacy of the darkness of her closet-room, Emmy googled Jude, then Jude-the-Dude, and Jude-the-Dude and Vancouver and juggling. The image search didn’t reveal much at all. There were other ways of getting what she needed. She searched singers now that she knew purple girl’s name. She had to scroll through a nightmare of selfies of pretty girls, an avalanche of shoes and food. And then . . . jackpot. Jude. He was tagged. She clicked on it, but he had set his account to private. At least now she had his online handle.

Hours passed as Emmy moved through a maze of unknown faces. She collected a few sightings and the first ideas of the kind of person Jude was when he was not at work or at the park. It was almost impossible to read him through the images. It made him all the more intriguing. What could you make of close-ups of his hands, a shot of him on a bike, and a picture of him pointing at a sandwich board: What pronouns does a chocolate bar use? Her/she. He looked like he was having a good laugh about that.

But one thing was unmistakable. Jude knew a lot of pretty girls. The same one kept jumping out at Emmy. It was the poet from the other night. Always dressed in black, she had a smile that spoke directly to the most insecure part of Emmy’s mind. Back off, girl. He’s taken.

There they were at the lake. He had his arm around her. There again at the gelato shop, where she fed him a spoon of ice cream while he made a goofy face. Emmy couldn’t see them acting that way unless there was something more between them than friendship. Her heart sank. Jude had said nothing about being in love.

Then again, it wasn’t exactly the kind of thing people walked around saying in their coffee shop jobs. Did they? Emmy remembered the way they whispered together at the poetry night. She thought about the pride in his voice when he introduced her. Why wasn’t there a sure sign? Some way of knowing. Emmy wished that everyone who had someone special was forced to wear a button or scarf, something to mark themselves as taken.

She’d been such a fool for thinking he could possibly want to hug her.

Then the horror of it struck her. Jude was taken, but she could not change how she felt. She was the creepy online stalker, who sat at home eating cookies, making up a life of dating Jude. Pathetic, she thought, as she turned off her phone. Her eyes were blurry and they hurt.

For several nights, Emmy did nothing but stare at the photos of Jude and try to dig up more. She began saving them so she wouldn’t have to scroll through the images of Jude’s friends and their beautiful lives. No matter how hard she tried not to look, she had to look.

Emmy hadn’t updated her own accounts in ages.

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