One Shots?

AAC: Yin & Yang?

A one shot of the story An Anonymous Call by Deekshadreamz

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An Anonymous Call One Shot: Yin And Yang? 

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All things, in general, had been going okay, for Michael Adams. Unfortunately, he certainly didn't use those particular words to describe that—nor did he acknowledge the particular statement; but it was the simple truth.

The recent past had been a flurry of emotional roller coasters and rather abrupt explosives of extreme feelings--  still was, really; grief, pain, happiness... whatever it maybe. It had always been at it's zenith and like a bomb.

A nuke, if you will, that brought about the sudden blossom of feelings that only lasted for what would seem like seconds—or minutes, perhaps. But the impact they left, were like bullets on a glass that seemed invincible to bullets; surely, they did not break the glass, but did that mean the glass remained unharmed?

Naturally, in the dictionary of the common, his situation wouldn't be classified as being okay, (roughly scratched it, actually). But to Michael being okay meant only one thing – being alive. He'd taken after Haymitch's advice, so what?

The actual fact, which Michael had yet failed to realize, was that the sad and the bad, had outweighed the good and the joy, in his life for a time far too long.

It had not yet dawned upon him that the one phone call that he frequently spent so much time thinking about, struggling to decide whether it was something good or bad, was the only event that balanced the scale of the darkness and light in his life; yin and yang, if you will.

You see, Michael was so blinded by the self loathing and grief that sang lullaby to his crying figure every night and jolted him up every morning from his meager hours of sleep, that he simply didn't see any need of changing his views on how he believed the world was ruled; by nothing but darkness, or by the aforementioned example, but only the yin.

What was it, that made it impossible for that one tiny fact, to get through his blindness that, yin yang was balance and harmony; but yin-yin? That was simply the name of a panda.

So perhaps you could empathize with Michael's dilemma-- maybe you couldn't. Depends, really - when the very girl who had unknowingly been aiding the brown haired boy discover the yang in his life called him (for the second time-- if you could even count the first one), his phone screen illuminated by the word Brittney on it, staring expectantly at him, waiting for him to click on the green button.

At that moment, the least his thoughts could do to help, was go rampant.

One half of him wanted to desperately pick the call; just talk to someone. But the other fought with him with its fullest effort, struggling to make him see how this would ruin everything. How talking to her would only attract her closer to the empty and lightless vortex of depression and melancholy Michael was.

Surely, he thought to himself, loosing her would definitely be better than having her walk on broken glass.

But no one else deserved what they got, getting intimate with Michael. He didn't know whether to push her away and hurt her or to embrace her close and cause her even more agony.

But in the end, neither of the two sides won. It was a strange feeling that had fueled his courage, making him answer the ringing phone.

He knew he couldn't talk to Brittney. Not in the state he was, no. But he had to try. Because that was all he was good at: trying. Trying and failing.