Jacob's fist coming towards me is one of the most impactful things I've ever experienced. I felt like I was perceiving the world in slow motion. Would that be even possible? Stretch the unity of time itself to make an illusion of a slower happening. Who cares, probably possible, but I won't be alive to see it. Anyways, Jacob's fist barely managed to touch the edge of my face while I was moving my head away. I dodged it... I did it... Jacob threw a fist against the wall. Now it is my turn... My fist connects to his stomach. I felt something new. I felt satisfied with myself and I felt more powerful. All my life I have been asking myself why others get to have more power. Now I feel it myself. It felt like I was taking the crown of a king. My other fist struck the left side of his face. Just like a rocket. Do rockets have the same principle of impulse as a punch? Maybe, who knows (the engineers probably)? It doesn't matter I guess.
Jacob was kneeling before me. My knee finished the job. His nose was bleeding. He was losing the substance that transports everything through his body. Why do I overthink this stuff so much? I won. Does it really matter though? He is on the ground and I am standing still. People watching me. What are they thinking, I wonder. Probably their own things. They are probably busy enough to not think of me.
But one person, who I caught staring, with a different gaze. Her eyes were two new worlds to me. Some primitive instinct struck. But it was not revenge. It was something else. I hadn't felt something like this before. It was Jasmine.
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SpiritualHow does a person feel? What does make us feel that way? The main character asks these and more questions along his life journey. Something haunts him forever and he doesn't know who or what it is. It make shim think and think and think, until final...
