Intersect. [MH] (Editing in Process)

You Viddy At The Cheena, Choodesny With The Red Rot.

She was a story he'd never read. One that both frightened and intrigued him. The sound of her voice made the world stop around him, all he could think was that this was her way of saying she exists, she exists, she exists.

It was simple, not really too much to think about. The fact that the existence of another human being made him feel that jolt of electricity, static.

  To him, the sole purpose of his place on earth was for her, because without her, he was nothing but a cluster of tiny organisms at war with each other.

  To her, ignoring the voices telling her to leave this house that was not a home was exhausting.

  In theory she should've been happy, but in reality, she was acres from it.

  This short excerpt, this barely descriptive, incomprehensible, unimaginative piece of prose – it is a story, one that is far from exceptional. Far from anything far from that.

  But. It is a real story. No fairytale ending, no unnecessary 'coincidental' shred of magic is shed upon the lives of these two torrid beings. Purely raw human connection, or disconnection.