"And what is it?"
"It's a quantam physics theory in which a cube is fixed in another cube, congruent to the former which is inaccurate by Euclid's postulate."
"And what does it enable?"
"Shrinking of time and dimensions..."
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"I'm feeling foolish just because You've been fooling with someone Who isn't who they used to be Someone who isn't me Whose bad idea was this anyway? Said that we needed space, we just got closer Late at night missing the little things Something as simple as 'Baby, come over.' But I can't forget the way you taste
So I pour another shot and I pretend that it's your lips Chase you down, another round until I taste your whiskey kiss When you're up at 2AM you know that I'll be up in 5
Let me be your tomorrow tonight Let me be your tomorrow tonight."
Her hands moved to the little rhythm of pleasure and ecstasy, dancing her heart through the empty corridors of the given up apartment in the middle of the forlorn cold winds, which were dancing along with her.
The cosmic rays of her dreams rode the breeze, she once feared, and the stars lit like bulbs of dim CFLs, brightening the dull and nebulous night.
Her body took to sway to the beat of her heart which could stand still no more. The heaven, which always rejected her, seemed to be in for her favour.
Nobody was there. No one to comment about her scars, to judge her agony, to mock her as a felony of the world. No one was watching her except the gail that accompanied her ballet. It was the prince and she was the swan, dancing for nothing but themselves.
How unconvincing is the World, isn't it? It loans things from you like you're the wholesaler and then pays you zero interest. It condemns all your intentions like the people hating unpopular options. But again, it rewards with little things, like a person to greet you in the morning or hold you when you're falling.
Couldn't it just do one? Either give or take? The world's relationship with us is only proclaimed as "given-taken". Never too less, never too much.
Her voice followed her emotions and spoke her feelings, which people refrained from understanding. Her clumsy melody clarified her untrained skills but was strong enough to persuade someone to fall.
Her feet moved through the corridor, her hair flying. Her body was still in motion as she opened the door. Throwing her shoes and bags off, she poured herself a glass of wine.
The essence of the fruity flavours with ample tannin, passed down her throat, firing shots of electricity she isn't used to.
Her breath was intoxicated, intoxicated in wine, in the feeling and his touches. The warmth around her neck was still incessant.
"Yaw!" Heeseung dragged his body up the stairs to the apartment, his eyes almost closed with the heavy work.
"Y/n-ah, I'm home." He unlocked the door and was left with a gasp on his lips, not believing his eyes about the scene he saw. He blinked thrice, still trying to digest every minor detail he wished he hadn't noticed.
