So I went closer.
That was the problem. I should not have gone closer. I should have closed my eyes and turned away. But their presence drew me in like a whirlpool, like a magnet, like a moth to a flame. They were my flame. I followed mindlessly, hypnotised by their light, intoxicated by the fumes of bliss, hoping to taste its pure gin. I follow them. As I go closer, I feel even happier, I feel myself beaming with joy. I feel human. I feel grounded, I feel okay. There are doubts in the back of my head but I feel okay. The most okay I’ve ever been.
So can you blame me? Can you blame me for getting wildly intoxicated on the sip of their angelic facial features? It's impossible to. I wanted to feel them to ensure they were real. So as I approached, falling deeper and deeper into their gaze, breathing smoothly but with passion, trying to inhale even the air they emitted. I reached out to cup their face -god, they are so handsome!- and at the instant I was about to reach the climax of all mortal joy possible, it all went dark.
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Short StoryAn individual with no hope in life finally finds a slither of life in his darkness... but is this light too good to be true? Tragedy ensues.
