The warm stillness of the night is pleasant, without a single vehicle to break the silence of this peaceful town. When I look down at her body, I realized that I don't know what had just happened. I'm confused, so caught up in this game called love that I do not know what to do. I think about all the arguments I have had with her, typical arguments for any relationship, I know, but it seems like I am so involved with worrying about the meaning of real love and loyalty that I am distraught.
Then, I laugh to myself, maybe it is not so serious, "Could it have been something that I ate or drank? Am I drunk or drugged?" Heck, I don't even know if I am excited or scared. This is the first time I have ever done anything like this.
When I stare down at her once again, dazed, I realize we have gone through so much and yet it is just the beginning. I then gently lean down to touch her warm body. I touch her with joy, but also with a sense of panic as she lies there peacefully unaware of what has just happened. At least she is empty of thought.
I am overwhelmed with joy and happiness, but at the same time, aggression and negativity filled my body. "What happened?" I ask myself. We had enjoyed ourselves to the point of exhaustion.
Is this not a game? I ask myself . . . So how do I quit? But it is! It is the biggest game of all, life.
"Life!" I tell myself, over and over, "This is what you get for choosing the path you wish to walk."
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Heartbreaks, Prosecution, and Retribution
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