(I’ve already begun telling you the story.
what does it feel like to be loved?)
Elias wiped damp hands on his pants. They were always wet as he was always nervous. The white of the cupboards gave the canary inside him some peace.
He had chosen Tiara.
Jasmine tucked auburn hair behind her ear. She tilted her head to the side and while her eyes intensely bore into him he could tell her mind was elsewhere.
“Ok.”
Was there pain? A little maybe? I mean none? Couldn’t be. Why even ask if you’re not going to feel it in the end? What was there to begin with?
“Oh.”
“I have to eat it. It’s not my choice. So Ok.”
Better. Yet still it stung a be to hear that’s all that love was in essence when speaking of him. Just Ok. The canary has begun to beat against its cage. It felt small, it felt as though it could see the oxygen leaving its small lungs but not to return. Harder. But then the white cupboards. White was ok.
So maybe ok wasn’t that bad after all.
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[[imagine the universe really did want to experience itself? imagine you are the NPC and the MC. Elias starts and faeth ends, but which lived? who was observing whom?]]