Free Pseudo by Samantha Elias

Dmitry’s life. He loves me and god knows I love him but who knows, if he really knows me not the lies I’ve told, would he still love me? Oh god! I can’t take this anymore - I’ve got to get some fresh air.” Elizabeth then slipped out of bed, found a bathrobe and went out onto the balcony. She was deep in thought when Dmitry came out to join her.
     
    “Oh! You scared me!”
     
    “I’m sorry; I just noticed you got up. You can’t sleep?”
     
    “Yeah, I sometimes have that in foreign places…”
     
    “Look, Sophia, I know that there must be something troubling you and that you’re not just ‘having trouble sleeping’. Tell me, what is?”
     
    “Dmitry, I can’t share my problems with you. You don’t want to know my problems.”
     
    “Sophia, I want to know everything about you. Good and bad. I don’t care,” replied Dmitry as he put his arm around her shoulders.
     
    Elizabeth broke down in tears and before she spoke motioned him to the bedroom, realizing that her agents were on either side of them and that the microphone was in the main room. Dmitry held her hand and followed her. Elizabeth continued sobbing.
     
    Dmitry wrapped his arms around her and patted her head. “Sophia, I don’t care what it is. Tell me. I love you and I want you with me always. If what is on your mind presents some barrier to that, I want to know so I can destroy the barrier. It’s okay.”
     
    Elizabeth attained some sense of composure and braced herself to face whatever was going to come next whatever that meant, even if he was going to kill her. She would rather be dead than live the lie or walk away from him the rest of her life and live without him. She was going to tell him the whole truth and how she felt “Dmitry, I don’t know where to start. There is, there is just so much I’ve not told you or so much I’ve told you that isn’t true,”
     
    “I know that,” replied Dmitry.
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “Sophia, I don’t know what lies you’ve told me but I know there is something you are hiding from in life. You have dyed your hair; it’s beautiful but far too dark for your fair complexion and you’re wearing colored lenses. I can just tell that there is something you’re walking around when you talk with me. Even though I know these things, I still love you,” Dmitry said kissing her lightly on the forehead.
     
    “Well, see it is far, far deeper than that Dmitry. I guess, where to start - I am not British,” she said as she stopped speaking with the accent “I am American. I live in New York and…and…and…oh god! What have I done?” she said as she burst into tears again.
     
    Dmitry was somewhat in shock but nonetheless, he held Elizabeth in his arms. “My name is Elizabeth…Duarte,” Elizabeth said as she continued sobbing. That was where complete shock hit Dmitry. He had never seen a picture of Juan’s wife so never knew what she looked like. “I’m in the CIA and I’m on an operation right now to uncover you and your partners to get you put in jail in a place like Guantanamo! Your main room is bugged; that is why I brought you in here. I know that someone mentioned my name - the CIA, we bugged some conversation you guys had where you said I was lethal to your criminal operation. I have been using you Dmitry! The problem is that from the first time I met you, I started falling in love with you. I tried to brush it aside and say that you were just fucking with me and that I would get to you and get the data I needed, even if it meant sleeping with you. Each time you would look at me, kiss me, touch me - anything I would have this feeling that I loved you and you were the only person that I want to spend the rest of my life with,” Elizabeth said still sobbing.
     
    Dmitry was still in a state of shock about everything but most of all that he had slept and fell in love with Juan’s wife. “What the FUCK am I supposed to do now?” yelled Dmitry as he let go of his