I give her the box and ask her to mix them up and make a nice cocktail with them so that we could start celebrating. She does so obediently.
This mix was my first secret. I made it by accident, when I was working at an Emo-shop and accidentally dropped bottles of joy and lust and broke them. I got fired of course but before that, when I was cleaning my mess, I tasted the combination and it was heavenly. Apricot and pomegranate, sweet and sour with a hint of acrid. I promised myself then to reveal it to no-one but my soulmate.
As I freshen up she comes back and awaits me. Two glasses are ready to be filled just like us. She pours the orange mix and I sit beside her. We raise our glasses "to us."
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Short StoryWe are vessels, containers of emotions. Like a jar of water we're filled and emptied of feelings, those feelings are what drive us...
