𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Past Your Bedtime

Chapter 1.

Thursday, April 13th
11:56 p.m.

Society can only function when we honestly mirror one another. We can have two mirrors of emotional indifference in a dog-eat-dog world, a hell. We can have two mirrors of love in a cooperative world, a heaven. My trick is to hold both kinds of mirrors in my heart and see whom each reflects, treating them accordingly; for otherwise the mirror of love is shattered by icy paranoias over time and the mirror of coldness becomes seen as a bleak truth. Wishing that could go back to that time of childhood innocence, the time when mirroring love was enough, but this world is far too messed up for that and owes a duty of protection to the young. When the cold logical part of the brain holds the child self captive in its own house of horrors, and thus a psychopath is born, indifferent to the self and others, empathy shut off and only the sick forms of joy afforded by cruelty and vice available for their consumption. Because of the mirror neurones the psychopath both assumes others are the same and begins to induce psychopathy in close contacts - the real vampire bite.

Mourning and devouring for her love was all.

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Midterms have already started, weather change frequently, it all felt like a sudden swiss how the world can be in such a big region full of monsters and grapevines on spread. It was only a matter of time that time itself can get to a good waste. I had thought otherwise of that. Time has its own flow and in that its own beauty, for it cannot be commanded by wind as water can, yet only pass with unique divinity. Whereas time being wasted is like two drifting from one place to another, gone. Be there in the ether of time, for when one could find serenity, the realness of this world is its own protection in every stormy sea becomes ever more apparent. For when some can have the courage to exist in the moment, we find our own divine connection. To fall for a soul - one is or are destined to be accompanied.

Hours have passed, already passed midnight by then. Way pass midnight, where I can barely count any of the stars that are in the sky from the pitch dark tone, as the midnight sky becomes a sweet embrace of starry black, a fresh chance to dream anew. Nonetheless, there was always a compromise between passion and directed studying that gets easier as one ages. Me, Jiang Wanshu; feeling largely driven by my own creative passions and curiosities. However, there can be things I needn't to have a solid comprehension of that fall outside of my own passion. I didn't listen to the break one has recommended to me since I was always determined to be overstudying and too stubborn to listen to other people's understandings, as that, I didn't want to fail.

Midterms were in less than two weeks, I thought to herself. My mind being shrouded with unwilling thoughts, failing was the last thing I needed.

The front door creaks, opening steadily that was also in a leaden rush. I was too focused and deep in my thoughts to notice and hear the noises from the other room. Footsteps have entered from the living room coming to the bedroom. A tall figure, towering, standing right beside the doorway, her arms crossed with a raised eyebrow. Clicking and typing were being heard from across the room, the tall woman took a step forward, silently making her way over to me who thought was in my slumber by now...

A slender hand promptly hovers over behind my back I feel.

I was taken by surprise by my lover, swiftly turning back as I meets eyes with Miss Ren. "A-Ah! you scared me..." I exclaim in fear, my hands now escaping from the keyboard.

The older girl snickers, "What are you doing awake?" she asks out of curiosity, her hand still gently holding me from the back. "I thought you would have been asleep by now," she states.