Accepted. [discontinued]

Chapter Seventeen.

note: this entire chapter is a dream so please be open minded about the events that takes place

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Anxiety terrorizes my entire soul as I am in position of neither power no control …

He has stolen my breath away and there is no chance for me to be victorious no matter how hard an effort I make. There is no way for me to win yet I try and fail. Because I exhale before being able to relish in the bliss of doing the opposite. My chest collapses every time I encourage for it to rise. I am out of breath and he is to blame. Worst of all, there is not a sliver of hope for me to escape his hypnotizing trance.

Because the reason I am breathless … is simply because he is breathtaking ...

Darkness occupies every single surface in availability. Its vacancy stretches beyond eternity. Bare black fingers obscure my vision and they threaten to lace me with a spell of unbearable emptiness.  There is nothing that I can see or nothing is all that I can see. My eyes may be closed or I have simply become blind.

There is no way for me to know the truth. And not knowing frightens me very much.

I have had my entire life pieced together with my own hands. Being gifted with intellect had compelled me to construct every bit of my future as a child would build his blocks of Lego’s to his wish. I had done so because I simply could. I had done so just because my abilities had allowed me to play God with my own self.

I had been the one to determine the right age for myself to learn how to ride a bicycle. I had been the one to decide the correct age for myself to wear make-up to school. I had been the one to decide the right age for me to learn how to cook. I had been the one to choose the ambitions I had felt were most suitable for me along with hobbies that are just right to fill up any free time I may be spared.

I have had every tiny detail sketched out. A blue print of all the right things for Norah Selma Leev. Because there is not a thing I have ever doubted. A right time exists for everything and I have always been confident in my ability to identify it.

Yet somehow I have ended up being wrong.

Fate is the power I have challenged by trying to predict a convenient future for myself. A power beyond both my intellect and beliefs. A power I should have never defied. Because the right time to fall in love was something I had never anticipated. It had not been a part of my plan; a beautiful flaw I had not expected.

And now it is as if I am being punished for my foolishness. Fate is maliciously laughing as I have lost against its force. I am on my hands and knees because fate has won...

And falling in love?

I cannot fathom how a person could ever find those three words pleasing. Falling in love ultimately means that you fall. And if you fall you are bound to get hurt.

People see love as an enormous pool brimming with tender rose petals when in reality they are diving in only to get tangled in the thorny vines beneath the mesmerizing surface. They think that the journey of falling in love is a pleasant skip through a meadow of scented flowers in the sunset. What they do not expect is to lose their minds along with themselves as if being towered by gigantic trees that cast a shadow over their sanity and their entire being.

And how do I know all of this? Even I do not know...

A soft sound echoes through the endless eternity. A silent -whoosh!- much like a gentle breeze. My blind eyes aimlessly search for the source of the noise. It surprises me to have detected such a tender sound in the midst of the ghosts of my many emotions that wander invisibly in the darkness. How is it possible for something so smooth to even exist in the pitch black spook? I am not sure I even want to know.