Hollow Highs [h.s]

7.

A multiverse. A quantum theory.

Hugh Everett set forth a mystical and magical theory. According to the multiverse theory, every version of our past self and future self exist, but in an alternate universe.

For every quantum level, the current universe divides or splits into numerous multiple universes. Meaning that for every choice made, an infinite number of universe exist in which a solely different choice has been already made.

In a way, we get to live multiple lives.

There is another universe where Harry does not meet Clara, a universe where he first meets Eliana. A universe where his parents don't religiously question his choice to break things off with Clara but rather support him.

There is a universe where Eliana doesn't lose her mother, a universe where she doesn't crumble, succumbing to drugs. A universe where her father would be more than just a said person.

Right now, an alternate universe seems appealing. A universe where everything goes right, where it doesn't spiral.

But life wouldn't be life unless it doesn't hit you hard. In order to live, you must bleed and hurt.

Harry sat in his room, his pencil tracing the lines on the yellow paper. He sat there, his mind somewhere else. His mind was stuck somewhere far beyond clouds.

Two weeks had passed, two weeks since he broke up with Clara. He felt as if he could breathe finally. He started to surround himself with people who understood him and didn't take him for granted.

He started to spend a lot of time with Eliana. He knew her like the back of his hand. The two of them had sleepovers where they would paint each other's nails and talk about absolutely nothing and everything.

She taught him that his soul isn't bound by three-dimensional earthly existence.

There was no red on her lips, no gold circles at her wrists, a human being. She walked the edge of her existence, her hands rocks, her strong back straight and silenced.

That's what made him even more drawn to her. Her ability to pull in everyone without even doing anything.

To be exceptional, you must stop trying to be exceptional.

And that's what Eliana did, she stopped being someone she knew she wasn't.

He saw her in his dreams, she felt so real. She felt human, she felt like bone and flesh. She felt like the moon. She felt like the matter composing a falling stars halo.

He wanted to trace her skin with the tip of his fingertips. He wanted to draw patterns on her back while she slept next to him. He wanted to braid her hair when she was too tired. He wanted to hold her when she couldn't stand on her feet.

He wanted to be close to her.

He felt at ease when he was around her. She brought him out of his shell, she showed him to live.