This whole "protesting" the G20 thing was a bad idea. I knew from the moment I got sick I wasn't going to go, it was the perfect excuse. I can't risk my career on a petty arrest made at a rally at the G20. Protesting there would only be efficient if the actual leaders were watching. And from the sounds of it, nobody but the families and friends of the protesters were.
Which brings me to this: I couldn't find you within the shot of the camera. When I heard the tear gas being thrown, and saw the gas masks being put on I was immediately scared. I couldn't be there to protect you. I couldn't be there to fight back. To show you that I would lie down on the ground to set you free.
I had hoped in my dream earlier that you'd call and try to get me to get out out of there. When you did, actually. I was mad. I didn't know how I was supposed to help you. I didn't know why your girlfriend texted me. Her greeting was cold, unfriendly.
She thought I was with you.
Scared silent, I lie here now. Writing is my only release as running in the humidity would probably kill me.. I get another text, and another. People are worried about you. They're asking me where you are. I feel like an authority on your life.
She should be in that position, not I.
When you get back I know where you'll run to. I'm just sad it's not me.
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