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XXX :: Schizophrenia

"How do I make you stay, my heart’s lament,
Beneath the moon’s soft gaze, where shadows weep?
Your presence haunts each dream with sweet torment,
While war's cold grasp does into silence creep.

In distant fields, where honor bids thee roam,
A child within me quickens, life anew.
Thy spirit’s echo fills our quiet home,
With love that ever steadfast will be true.

Though distant drums of battle steal our days,
Our bond remains, a beacon through the fray.
In whispered prayers and love’s eternal praise,
How do I make you stay? How do I make you stay?"

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, Mai stood by the window of her room, the soft evening breeze whispering through the sheer curtains. Her heart fluttered with anticipation, knowing her love would arrive any moment. Theirs was a connection that had ignited like a sudden flame, fierce and all-consuming.

"Mai," he murmured against her lips, his voice a husky whisper. "I've missed you."

Her hands found their way to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself closer. "I've missed you too," she breathed, her words mingling with his as they kissed again, deeper this time, their bodies molding together with a hunger that had been building for days.

Cheon Seok's hands roamed down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before resting on her hips. They sank into the pillows, the room around them fading into oblivion as they lost themselves in each other.

Mai's fingers danced over the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until she could push the fabric aside, revealing the toned expanse of his chest. She trailed kisses down his neck, savoring the taste of his skin, the way he shuddered under her touch. Cheon Seok's hands were equally busy, slipping under her blouse to caress the smooth skin beneath.

He pulled back for a moment, his dark eyes smoldering as he looked at her. "You're so beautiful, Mai," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Every time I see you, it's like the first time all over again."

Their lips met again, more urgently this time. The air around them crackled with electricity as their kisses grew more fervent, their touches more daring. Mai's blouse slipped off her shoulders, discarded carelessly onto the floor, followed by his shirt.

They moved together with a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. His hands explored every inch of her.

Time seemed to stand still as they became one, lost in the heat of their passion. Every touch, every kiss, was a promise, a declaration of a love that burned brighter than the setting sun. As they lay entwined in each other's arms, the world outside ceased to matter.

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"But you know, I love crime stories and whenever there's this one criminal who can not come in terms with the loss of someone, they are labelled as having schizophrenia. But how you describe it doesn't sound remotely same." The bag of chips found their place inside her locker.

Yes, that was what distracted me. She has a locker in her room where she keeps snacks to munch on whenever she wants and there's no one who has a single dot of idea about it. Why didn't I come up with something like this!

"Hmm, good question." I came back to the real world again as she gave me a bowl of chips with a red sauce, perhaps Tabasco. "You see, that is where I cannot understand schizophrenia. I have always reprimanded myself by saying that I'm dyslexic and it's fancy when people pick up things quickly."