To be honest, i don't know how we left this weekend alive, or even intact. I never believed in the power of friendship until that night, it acted as the fibers that held our sanity together.
Larissa and I had the shared experience of witnessing an evil so powerful and soul crushing. One might say it would crush your soul. We only survived, but barely.
It all began on the night of Georgia's Party at which we both happened to attend, it started well, with joyful laughter and gaiety everywhere. There was a refreshment counter and shwarma's being handed out. The atmosphere first seemed like a serene area of joy to be had, how wrong we were.
After mingling round the occasion spotting Mr Dajani and exchanging words, the night took a dark turn. It came to be, that my best friend, and girl friend, had decided to deprive me of eye contact for an entire 10 minutes. After having their terrible secret revealed to me under the justification that it was funny, a spiraled out of control, madly pleading and craving their sweet retinal influence. I began to search the party for any and all sources of Eye-Love, bleating my story to every man that would listen, selling my eyes away like a cheap prostitute. It was then that i came to feed from Larissa's Green Gateways. It was there, i saw it, the mutual hunger, the lack of sight oriented nutrients. She too, was suffering the same punishment, she too felt a wound without comparison, she too, was being deprived of eye contact. And so, together, we scrambled through the next few minutes, vying for each others mental piece of mind, making and breaking deals with he devil just to make the time pass faster.
Eventually, the moment came and we were released from deaths grasp, or so we thought. I was to be punished for an extra 13 minutes.
This was the final blow, my crippled mind and shrunken heart could take no more, if it were not for the kind-hearted strong spirit that is Larissa. She scraped my shattered ego together and held me strong, whilst simultaneously shrugging off her own eye oriented afflictions.
Alas, the punishment was over and i retrieved all contact that was lost, and my wounds healed, but the scars will remain forever.
My pain has faded, but i fear that Larissa's shackles of neglect were never broken, and that she still carries this burden and pushes forward.
And for that she is a true hero.
We salute you.
Gosh, hyperbole is fun!
Larissa and I had the shared experience of witnessing an evil so powerful and soul crushing. One might say it would crush your soul. We only survived, but barely.
It all began on the night of Georgia's Party at which we both happened to attend, it started well, with joyful laughter and gaiety everywhere. There was a refreshment counter and shwarma's being handed out. The atmosphere first seemed like a serene area of joy to be had, how wrong we were.
After mingling round the occasion spotting Mr Dajani and exchanging words, the night took a dark turn. It came to be, that my best friend, and girl friend, had decided to deprive me of eye contact for an entire 10 minutes. After having their terrible secret revealed to me under the justification that it was funny, a spiraled out of control, madly pleading and craving their sweet retinal influence. I began to search the party for any and all sources of Eye-Love, bleating my story to every man that would listen, selling my eyes away like a cheap prostitute. It was then that i came to feed from Larissa's Green Gateways. It was there, i saw it, the mutual hunger, the lack of sight oriented nutrients. She too, was suffering the same punishment, she too felt a wound without comparison, she too, was being deprived of eye contact. And so, together, we scrambled through the next few minutes, vying for each others mental piece of mind, making and breaking deals with he devil just to make the time pass faster.
Eventually, the moment came and we were released from deaths grasp, or so we thought. I was to be punished for an extra 13 minutes.
This was the final blow, my crippled mind and shrunken heart could take no more, if it were not for the kind-hearted strong spirit that is Larissa. She scraped my shattered ego together and held me strong, whilst simultaneously shrugging off her own eye oriented afflictions.
Alas, the punishment was over and i retrieved all contact that was lost, and my wounds healed, but the scars will remain forever.
My pain has faded, but i fear that Larissa's shackles of neglect were never broken, and that she still carries this burden and pushes forward.
And for that she is a true hero.
We salute you.
Gosh, hyperbole is fun!
Oh Josh... I couldn't have described it any better. Glad we were able to support each other in that devastating moment.
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