Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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They all aimed around a bit aimlessly. She got to meet some of his other friends, most of whom she didn't recognize this time. And their girlfriends, that eyed her up and down but had to meekly and quietly acknowledge and accept her, as she came with him. That gave her some kind of status in this own, unique hemisphere of a world he lived in.
The lights started to blur, the songs overlapping. She wasn't gambling in the objectified sense.
What she was gambling was much greater than money. It was her whole heart.
The drinks flowed and the hands moved up and down, searching for each other. In awe, of finally finding shore after being free floating in the ocean for so long.
Emerald Rush, Jon Hopkins
There were other eyes, looking at them, but she was protected.
In a way, it was like nothing else mattered, and she wondered how she could have lived so long without reaching this elevation before. Without the brightness and the sound, she could never go back to the way life once was.
It would never be the same.
There was no more looking back. There was only forward.
Sometimes, she would pray to the gods that be, for a path forward.
For them to show her the path, her path.
But maybe what she didn't realize was that the whole time she was already on a path, already moving forward through time and space. Sometimes, it seemed hard to understand it or see the puzzle pieces as one big picture.
This time she knew that going forward, she would be irrevocably changed by this, in a way she never could have dreamed. Not in her wildest dreams.
She did't know what time it was, or which was was up or down. Her only point of orientation was him.
In any room they were, she would look for his eyes if she wasn't already physically in contact with him, to centre herself.
It became a strange interplay of the dark and the light, the yin and the yang, the masculine and the feminine required in order to find a balance ever again; to keep herself upright and steady, she found him.
And he, not anticipating what any of this would mean, began to feel a similar pull. An alignment of frequencies. An inexplicable connection that could only be explained by something higher.
Suddenly, all that she worked for so hard and all the sufferings, found a meaning.
Say you love me in the club, she thought to herself.
This was it.
Something opened in the middle of the earth, and this time they really did go deeper into it.
This time, in her psyche, it was a barren land with only him and her and the North Star, which represented something she did not yet know.
She took his scarf off of him and tied it around herself playfully.
He took the scarf off her shoulders and used it to pull her to him, kissing her nose.
"You wanna get outta here?" He asked her.
She only nodded, "lets go. Though, I thought you said we were going to some party."
He ran his fingers through his hair, "yeah. I was supposed to make an appearance, but, I don't really fee like it."
"Okay," she took his hand and he led her to a drop top outside.
But that was just a transition vehicle, to take her into another place. Not his apartment, though.
