Virtual trap-6-FIN

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Chapter 6. I'm letting you go
He:
He cut the cell phone and sighed. Hank knew he could no longer resist this woman and her request. It is time for a final decision. Today he chickened out: in the latest moment shut down camera phone. She was right, it is understood, but to admit to cowardice he  is not wanted. She asked for a picture of him, but it was even scarier than showing his face. What if she does something to his photo? Put it on the Internet like a fraud? After all, no one can explain that he really fell in love with her. As, sometimes, can fall in love with a famous artist. When they worship the image of their idol, they dream about it, but they understand that the idol will always remain only an idol: unattainable on its Olympus.
She:
Leaning back on the pillow, the woman smiled: she again managed the impossible: to get the scammer to show his face. And although she didn't see his today, but she knew that John can no longer resist. Now she had no doubt that she will be able to see man  who so closely occupied her mind the last months. Did she love him? She not knew, rather there is no, than Yes, but was in its own way is tied to him. He gave her a lot to understand the world around her. He helped her to correctly assess what she has been deprived from for many years. The best years of her life, when she had to love and be loved, but she just worked, worked, worked ... Forgetting that she is not a machine, and a woman.
Still smiling, she again took up the phone and thought, looking at the blue rose in his avatar. She was able to convince him that she wouldn't hurt him. And she really wasn't going to hurt him. Opposite. She believed that he loved her, and she felt sorry for him: he fell into his own virtual trap. It was harder for him: he had to play and invent. She just lived. She just felt and said exactly what she thought. She was as free as ever. And it's all thanks to him.
From correspondence:
- Hello, sweetheart. How are you?
- Thanks, my friend, it's okay.
- You called me a friend? Really? You think so?
- Certainly. Even though you don't believe it. But it really is. I owe you everything. After all, you helped me to take a fresh look at the world that surrounds me. Can I ask you one small favor?
- Yes, honey.
- Tell me your name. Your name isn't John, is it? Is that the name you came up with? But how?
- Hank, - thinking, all same wrote he. If only she didn't ask him to show her his face.
- And then?
-  And Then? I not understand you, sweetheart
- Hank's name. Is it your name? Or your family?  Because all people have first and last name.
"Hank Erkel," he wrote, and felt her smile.
- Thank you, my dear.
- Did you call me dear?
- You're my friend. My dear friend, " she repeated again, somewhat smoothing the sublimity of his feelings.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Nicely. But now I have to go. Take care you some self
She:
She noted that he did not add this time "for me". But it didn't matter anymore. She managed to take another step. Let very a small, but step. Managed even to know part of his mystery.
She smiled and, picking up the phone, changed his name in there: instead of "John Parker" "Hank Erkel". Now she could do it.
Hank hasn't shown up for days. She knew that he had to get used to the idea that his mystery has ceased to be for her secret. She knew that if will write him in chat, then he necessarily will read. Let not immediately. It'll be a day or two. But it still will not hold. She became like a drug to him and knew it.
He:
Hank was happy. This is woman. She didn't banish him! He worshipped her, her wisdom and her patience. He expected that she was very upset, refuses to communicate with him, maybe insult him, but she offered him his friendship. It was unexpected and very nice.
A wave of gratitude swept over him, and he pressed the video call…
She:
The phone rang unexpectedly. She hated when people used this program WhatsApp, even though she knew that so they save money. Especially if the call was from another region or even further, from abroad.
The woman looked at the call signal and shuddered:  in her hands pulsed a blue rose – it was Hank. She hesitated, but answered the call. At the first moment there was irritation: she saw the dark screen again. But, having looked closely, realized, that he simply is in dark room. Dark skin blended with the background, and only the whites of his eyes betrayed his presence. She understood, that he, too, sees its, and smiled him.
- Hello, Hank. I see you, "- she was say, and disconnected the link. Leaned back in her chair, his eyes closed. Here is now indeed all.
From correspondence:
- Hello, sweetheart. Are you happy now?
- Thanks, Hank. I'm glad you did that. But the dark room didn't give me a chance to see you properly.
- You can find me on Facebook. I'd be happy to add you as a friend.
- All right, my dear friend.
- Are we Just a friend? - she felt disappointment in his words.
- I older you on twenty-three years. What do you want?
- I already told you that age doesn't matter.
- You are my friend. My sweet and gentle friend who is trying to protect me, -  she tried to smooth out the bitterness from his words. - I have to go to bed now. Good night, my good man, we'll talk later.
- Thank you, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.
She:
The woman opened a bookmark on Facebook and found her new friend. Precisely a new. It used to be John Parker and now Hank Erkil. He is charming boy with dark skin. He looked even younger than his years. And this again triggered its his smile. She read everything that was written on his page, turned off the computer and quietly fell asleep.
From correspondence:
- You told me that the meeting with women to get money from them is a business. You also decided to try yourself in this capacity? But why did you choose me?
- When I met you on the website, I was having fun at first, but then I realized that you were really into me. And I felt really bad. Because I gave you false hope. I never wanted to make Dating a business. I have a job, I have an education. But I got scared for you, and I started advising you. I didn't want you falling into the hands of crooks.
- Thank You. I appreciate your concern, but I'm not in danger. There's a lot you don't know about my life, and it's better you don't. But it hurts me that you laughed at me.
- I never laughed at you. I felt pain inside me
- You were just sympathetic to a single woman. It's the truth.
- I trust you. Now you know my name. But now I'm disappointed in you. Good bye.
- You've been blackmailing me all this time by not talking to me. I'm used to it. You could have blocked my phone number a long time ago, but you haven't done it yet.
- You're hurting me with your words.
I know. But, - she paused, and then continued, - you are a very good and gentle boy. You can love and be loved, and my life is already coming to an end. I understand that.
- Jezz! Stop saying that!
- It is all right. I have no grudge against you. On the contrary, you made me feel like I was a human being, not a robot or a machine. I know you have to go now. Not holding you. You're free.
She:
"You never answered my question: what happened after that? You had fun at first, and then? You chose the very beautiful photos. And this alerted me. That's why I started looking for the truth, and very soon I discovered your deception. You said you loved me, but we both know it was just words. You promised to come to me, but why? You knew this would never happen, didn't you? When did everything change? Is it after my birthday? When I started to change my appearance? And that caused a scene of jealousy»?
He:
« Sweetheart. I don't know what to tell you. I liked you from the beginning. Otherwise I wouldn't write to you. And then I realized I don't just like you, I love you. And the farther, the stronger. I'm a little confused right now. You ask a lot of questions, but I don't know where to start. Though. I'll try to answer you.
Many people told me that white women really want to get married and therefore they easily become victims of deception. I decided to see for myself that it was so. That's why I went to the site and registered there. I chose the only photo that was available to me then. It turned out to be the photo you saw. I never wanted to make a business out of it, I didn't want to play with another person's feelings. I was just curious that women can actually give money for nothing? That's why I asked you about it. And I was glad you were never a victim of deception. When you ask a lot of questions, you inevitably get attached to a person. And I tried not to do that. And now I'm sad and ashamed of it. I really promised I'd come to you because I knew it was the only way I could get you to trust me.
Did I answer all your questions? And if you let me go, now I want to close my account."
From correspondence:
- Good afternoon, my friend. I'm glad you is my friend, - Hank received a letter from this woman and shuddered. He didn't expect that she will appear again in his life - I know you have your own problems, your own life. Believe me, God sees everything and really helps those who don't cause harm to others. I just wanted to tell you that I decided to write my story about that happened between us. I just don't know: in verse or in prose?
Thank you, honey. Write a novel. And I will can to read it, too.
- Nicely. I'll write a little novel and translate it into English, and I'll give it to you. It'll be my birthday present to you. Who knows, maybe he can help you solve your problems. Be happy! And don't forget we're really friends.
She:
She put an end to the sentence and smiled: now she was really free. What has changed  this familiarity in her life? It gave her wings. And she could fly again. Thanks to the love of a black boy, she again believed in herself, again felt young and happy. She now had only one task: how to publish her story and make it so that her young friend could start a business?

But that's a different story.

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