Anny wakes up in a daze, the batch of drugs she had last night led her into an out of body experience whereby she remembered running towards a telegraphing white in her own words. The vision was another reason for her to continue in her use of LSD.
Her dream reminds her of Garret for some reason, the potential murderer had for some reason piqued her subconscious and had made her interested, he was even appearing in her dreams, the coward. Anny then remembers that she has a job and runs to the pizza shop. .
Garret wakes up in a daze, he remembers the previous night of sketching, drawing, and eventually painting. A sudden hopelessness begins to crawl into Garrets world, he touches the painting and realizes that it is not her, it resembles her and speaks of her in all realities he could perceive, but it was not her for it involved his interjection in the creation. Anny was a being independent of his feelings, his wishes, his will, she was outside of his scope, maybe even an antithesis to all his wrongs. He had to get her and forever at that.
Forever wasnt a life time, all men who spoke of it never mastered the forever art; he knew this. Although he and Anny liked to believe they could comprehend the scope of forever, they knew this fact too. But maybe they could master the forever art too and leave the inevitable like an obscured figure in a painting, imperceptible but still there and more vibrant, the closer it was inspected.
Upon reaching the shop, Anny finds garret sitting on one of the tables, she catches a glance at his eyes once more and says once again, Ah, the lone boat rower.
Upon seeing Anny, Garret became extremely nervous, he had thought of a millions ways that the encounter could occur but never came to the end of any of them each one replaced the formers position in the fore of his mind. He looked at her and as she came towards him to take his order, he began to swear to himself for putting himself in the worst of positions.
Anny again peers at Garret, she notices his nervous disposition and revels in It. He was special, even in his insufficiencies, he was good and pathetic, a completely harmless creature incapable of self-reflection of any kind unless coerced into thinking so. Anny becomes more intrigued and proceeds
Good-day sir, what would you like?
What do you think about forever? Garret said
Anny looks at him confused, What?
Garret realizes this encounter could end up extremely embarrassing for him but pushes on What do you think about forever?
Anny obliges him and says, It isnt real, but we like to believe it is
Garret gives a nervous smile and says Please forget I said anything at all
Anny replies Whatever you say Prince she wondered why she called him a prince but shrugged it off.
Do you guys happen to have any milk? Garret said while fumbling through his words
Sir, this is a pizza shop
The two laugh and will come to recount this scene to different people, garret with a smile that gives way to all the sentimental bliss of the world, and anny with reproachful eyes that look at Garret with love. Little known to them, however within that pizza shop, the reunion of the Prince of Milk and his Anima finally occurred after thousands of iterations in the future and past. And to the beginning of time and the end of time, the prince will no longer need to continue his needless search for affection for he will become aware all the more of the various galaxies around him and starry eyes that stooped down to him and allowed him to take in their message of reproach.
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The Prince of Milk
Short StoryHi, just a quick disclaimer. This story is an experiment and it was heavily, heavily influenced by Exurb1a. A much much better writer than I am. Thanks for reading it if it ever makes it anywhere. And keep an open mind. I think its a beautiful me...