I walk into the store with intention and confidence, immediately my sense are filled with the fresh scent of fruit and vegetables, I feel the comforting touch of the air conditioner on my skin which momentarily cools my nerves. I stride around the store trying to find what im in here for so I can leave immediately. My eyes lock on the gorgeous golden brown skin of the onion I reach for it, not breaking my gaze. Its skin touches my hand and I hastily walk toward the check out carefully holding my lover in my hand.
The man at the cash register avoids small talk making me forever grateful. Once I have paid for my golden beauty I thank the worker and walk towards my car. I open the passenger door and place a seatbelt around the onion making sure it is safe and secure before I rush to the drivers seat quickly driving home where it begins to get messy.
My house has the slight smell of vanilla and cinnamon making it feel like a homey little cottage. I placed the onion on the bench it's smooth, frail skin crumpling at my touch. I hesitantly pick up the silver knife sharpening it, trying to procrastinate so I can put off the pain that is inevitably coming. Slowly turning on my heals, I walk over to the onion until it is sitting right in front of me. The onion is somehow my greatest desire but yet my worst enemy.
My hand hovers over the golden skin of the onion hesitant to make the next move. My head is in conflict trying to decide if the pain is worth going through for the result at the end but I eventually settle on a decision.
The knife cuts into the delicate skin and many layers of the onion while I brace myself for the agony that comes next.
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