"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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Y/n...
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"To form the tesseract, we need to know the value of the matter!" I slapped my head and shrieked a frustrated yell in my congested, little house. My desiderium for achieving the little portal I was trying on, ever since my sister died, was driving me insane.
No calculations matched, no relative equation could solve.
My heart was afraid of the cimmeranian shadow, that was spreading in me, tormenting me and shattering me at the same time.
If only you were still alive, Noona.
Grief is a healthy process of feeling comforted, coming to terms with a loss, and finding ways to adapt. But the tinted patch of despair, embedded on my heart, was mixing with the translucency of my life.
The sun was setting in purple and blue and the reflection on the mirror didn't appear to be me. Those eyes that once held the blimming marmoris of the ocean, were now holding a conflagrating taccenda of just pollent calamity.
My throat felt pulled taut as if the air was wringing me, my heart was throbbing inside me, my capillaries were ripping. I can't keep a thing in me anymore. The more I try of hide, the wilder these emotions surge out of me.
I always foresaw sanguinity about my judgement and wished that people would agree and support me, but every time I tried to approach them face to face, they left me and repudiated it like I had no value. It hurt more when even the only person you knew you could hold tight and cry, was no more around.
The pain feels like it just ripped my heart off my chest. But I'm still forced to live, forced to breathe and live through my masochistic life.
"Argh!" I heaved an aphotic cry, choking my body with my own hands. A stasis of blood felt like building inside me. My lassulus falculae were dreading scars on my skin.
I needed water. I ragged my body to the kitchen sink, opening the tap, only to get droplets of sublimating nothing.
Nothing lasts forever. Forever's a lie. Eternity is a stigma attached to my fate. Fate was nothing, no more.
The apartment had no water. I coughed due to the lack of water in my body. My trachea begged at the whirling force it exerted while pushing the body failing signals to my brain.
It was late, too late to call the water supply office. The trade union strike promised no shops that would provide me water.
"What should I do? I... I need water." I breathed heavily and pulled my body out of my house and speeded towards the car, I was given by the company, and drove straight to Y/n's.
The journey was long and I was breaking the road rules, I know. But I didn't want to faint now.
I ran out of the car and climbed up her stairs, tripping over my own feet. The hole stuck in my heart is getting bigger. That small island enclosed in a veil in my soul, overwhelmed me. I'm hollowed out once again.
