Re-

Maureen: Re DIRECT

(💦Last Year's Piece💦)
(💦昨年の作品💦)
(⚠️bad words⚠️)
(⚠️悪い言葉⚠️)

A chemist supposedly forgotten by the world has a blooming relationship with a priestess, and she explains how it turns her life around.

I can't exactly remember when was the last time I sat at the dinner table with the person who loved me. I was just like any other couple dating too long to even start a simple, trivial conversation.

How I miss those days, back when talking to a partner was as easy as breathing. After starting my big project, being together with him was like filling my lungs with ammonium and carbon monoxide.

"Maureen, you're too uptight. Let loose a little. Our relationship depends on it."

I put down my test tube and looked that motherfucker straight in the eye. Silence walked among us for the longest ten seconds of my life. Believe me, I would've slapped him, but instead, I smiled bitterly and turned around.

"Good."

What originally was a normal word sounded cold and empty.

"Now get out of my house."

Phew, I finally got rid of him.

Yet I still haven't completed my experiment on the "miracle-chemical".

Because of my countless failed experiments, I embarked on a journey I wouldn't forget.

I brought myself to a laboratory filled with sweet-smelling but toxic chemicals when I met Fiona at the Manor. She seemed to have lost her marbles at first, wrapped up in witchcraft, but through her, I realised that everyone has their own unique, different, fascinating way of thinking.

We often playfully bicker about whether certain phenomena are because of magic or just another law of physics. Either way, the argument has no end. Like our friendship. And from my perspective, our love.

She also liked doing my hair in all sorts of styles. My hair was tied in a braid once, and it looked as pretty as hers. She was interested in occultism and geography, while I loved chemistry and biology.

There was this one other occasion where Fiona brought home an injured bird to the manor and she patiently healed it. She came to tell me about it a while later, and thanked me for the healing chemical I gave her.

The way she smiled made my heart melt.

Then I saw Eli Clark.
Then I turned my back in contempt and walked off.

I did want to tell her that I wanted to marry her, as a cruel joke with a meagre slice of truth, but the words couldn't even fall out of my mouth.

It just wasn't possible.

We're so different, we really are. Oh, my tired hands could just reach out and touch your beautiful face, but there's an iron chain and nylon leash on me that prohibits me from..

..sinning.

That pretty face of yours is like the red roses that Emma Woods grows in the garden.

Seductive and untouchable. If that Eli Clark gets an inch near you, I swear I would—

No, no, no.

It's too late.

I've already fallen victim to you.

I can't fall any further, can't I?

That's a question you have to answer, Fiona.