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Self realisation of being a shizo-

Under the blood sky he questioned his isolation. While the Poseidon lashed from the skies, his thoughts flooded his conscience. The void in his heart was growing and the Devils of loneliness were growling. When he finally decided to find solace and peace, he returned from his fugue With a gun to his head and astonishment on his face, another schizophrenic came out of the closet.

Good thing she said yes-

I just can't believe she said yes. I mean I knew she would, but I still can't believe it. I stared at myself in the mirror and wondered what I had done to deserve such a pretty dame. Oh man, the guys would be so jealous!

I caught a glimpse of my eyes. She always went on and on about my eyes, said they looked like they held the universe within them. The closer I looked, the more abundant the flecks of gold appeared under the blue, like tiny stars. Huh, I guess I could see what she meant. I'd never really noticed, as I'd never spent much time staring into my own eyes.

I had popped the question the previous night; followed all the steps to the letter, from a restaurant far out of my bank account's comfort zone to taking her to the exact same lookout point I had asked her to be my girlfriend. It was perfect, and apparently she thought so too, or she wouldn't have said, "YES!"

Asking her to be my girlfriend wasn't really that hard as we had been friends since the day she moved to town, age twelve. Though her parents rarely let her leave the house, (definite over-protective crazies), we hung out at school and even got to work at the same company after graduation. That's how we became closest.

When I brought her home to meet the folks, my mother was in tears. She just couldn't believe that I had found such an amazing girl, and one that reminded her so much of –

I shouldn't even mention it, or my mother would have a breakdown.

See, when I was a kid, three or four, young enough to have several holes in my memory, I had a sister. My mother refuses to discuss with me what happened exactly, but from what I've gathered, she was here one day and gone the next. Vanished. I know what you're thinking: What the hell kind of family wouldn't discuss the disappearance of my sister with me? I think it's just too painful for them to talk about their child's disappearance. But that's a story for another time.

Traditionally, the night before your wedding, you're supposed to spend the night away from your fiancé, but we were just too excited. I snuck out of my buddy's apartment to meet her at her place. I promised myself that I wouldn't stay too long because I knew she still wanted to keep some wedding day magic alive. We lay in her bed, cuddling, talking, and laughing. We found ourselves lying on our sides, just breathing each other in, when I caught a glimpse of her eyes. Oh man, those eyes were one of the first things I loved about her. They were like a sea of blue with tiny little goldfish swimming across them.

Wait.

I'd never noticed before, but they were the same eyes I had been staring at in the mirror.

Selfie stick-

I am a tech geek; I cannot deny that. I love getting my hands on all the latest gadgets and fiddling around with them. I love taking them apart and putting them back together. I love programming them to do what I want.

Technology is delightful.

The trends that come with, not so much. With the arrival of the iPhone came hundreds of idiots who couldn't figure out that vertical videos looked awful, or that selfie sticks made you look like an idiot, or that duck face made you look like a fucking slut!

Ahem...

Anyway, I once told my sister that I'd be upset if she did any of that. She thought it was a joke - and I admit, at the time, it was - but then she bought a selfie-stick.

I massaged my temples as I placed my phone horizontally in the tripod and hit record. Clutching her selfie stick in my hand, I raised it high above my head and promised her that I'd keep recording until that horrible duckface would be an improvement.

Madness-

Have you ever seen light convey a color? Like, artistically splaying hues of pink across the rock. I see it now, up ahead. I guess life likes to dance with you a little sometimes. Damn, it was dancing for me now. The sweet summer air floated, the cool breeze from the south waltzed in and the gorgeous setting sun said hello. So I kept walking, y'know, like to see where this serendipity would take me. Hunterville, damn nice place this town, it always did have that capacity to be magical. I was just glad I witnessed it being actualized. So, the light, it ever dance for you? Twirl gracefully in your dwindling presence? Because it does for me. Today. I know. It does for me. I finally won the girl

Charlotte lived in Elms street. My mum used to call it the place where the pine trees graze the sky. They were humongous too. Tall and full . Powerful. In the winter they would sway from side to side, in unison, a silent display of the unifying link within all of us. She never had visitors, Charlotte didn't. A quiet girl. Lived in a house that was cozy, never too cold. Shoveled the driveway whenever it snowed, even if she wasn't going out that day. I don't remember when I fell in love with her. Could've been last year at our works' Halloween party. She wore a cute black skirt and laughed at all my bad jokes. Bubbly, a friend had described her as.

So I saw her today. Charlotte, at work that is, and I smile. She doesn't smile back, which is funny, she should be smiling at me. I walk briskly forward, eyes on the floor, determined. I don't look back. I don't want too. Even if I could without her seeing I wouldn't. But, maybe she'll just look back at me. Paranoid at my desk, shuffling loose papers, I call her on the company phone. "Hello" "Hi... ah, who is this?" "It's Chris, you know, the guy you spent the last year working with." "..." "You didn't smile Charlotte. This morning you didn't smile at me. That makes me very, very disappointed." "Click."

The bitch had the absolute audacity to file an HR complaint. So now I've got some dumbass that can't understand even a fraction of the complexity of the human condition lecturing me about harassment in the workplace. "So ahhhh." Fucking pathetic. "You can't call people up for unrelated work reasons and pester them for not smiling at you. It's unnerving." Pea brained incompetent. He doesn't know Charlotte's connection with me. I just had to show her. "Asshole. Chats over. Charlotte loves me. Stay the fuck out of my way or I'll slit your throat."

They fired me for that. HAHAHAHAH.

THEY FIRED ME? I got Charlotte though. (With a shovel in the back of her head) (HAHA) She's mine now. She's mine forever.