"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..."
_____________________
Y/n...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Extremes are the highest form of emotional displacement humans can experience. When we feel extremely happy, I say that we feel like we are embedded into every aspect of the world we experience.
We feel like if we were a droplet, we'd be the wettest, most perfectly round droplet ever.
I feel like I am atop a stadium with large feathery wings and just on the verge of leaping off toward the bright grass. And if there were a blizzard, I’d be every snowflake.
Like I was every particle of ink on every page of a book, be it gets touched only once, like the feathery whisps of cotton on my favourite sweater. Like the sparkly metal sheen of a brand new car, I feel like mist.
Extreme happiness comes with a lot of ifs, because our body can’t keep up with the rush of emotions. It is not necessarily an act but a state of being.
I developed a certain level of energy that it was impossible to sit idle, an energy greater than the sufficient amount for going for a walk or playing solo football.
Listening to the music and singing it out loud like no one’s listening multiplies this feeling and my chords wanted to rapture themselves and sing at the top of my lungs.
I had forgotten about all my past and the future I wanted to hold. It feels like I had figured out everything in my life. I had infact discovered everything I ever needed to know. The Tesseract, the family, the love of my bland life, everything I needed for my survival.
Like the answer of a Tesseract, I feel other-worldly, devoid of problems and able to leap small buildings in a single bound. As if I was a superman.
We feel unburdened and see life without any filters or restrictions because our spirit is freed from all of that. But every free spirit had an angel that rescued them from their slavery. Y/n was my salvation.
My eyes saw my glowing reflection in the deep pools of her hazel orbs and that smile on her lips made me smile wider.
"Noona! We made it!" I almost teared up.
"We did! We did!" She squeaked at the top of her voice.
Involuntarily, I pulled her back on my body yet again and pressed my lips against her, feeling her and my long built love around me. Her arms wrapped around me and creeped up my spine, firing electricity shots to my brain. I was mesmerized in my million dreams, I decorated to see with her.
"Excuse me, can you please close the door atleast?" A rattling and cough clogged voice cleared its throat but the mellitus moisture present even in sickness, could be heard clearly.
A pang of pain reverberated throughout my body and I suddenly felt less empathetic by a small margin. Empathy is a two-edged emotion. While it connects us to others and helps us know their plight, joy or devastation, it can also drain us and keep us away form our own reality.
