And then, through some bygone miracle, these pretty little parcels that should have greeted her as precious diamonds on the Final Day, began to fall from the sky and she began to receive what she had wanted, once upon a dream…
So she received, and collected these parcels of apparent beauty and precious-dom, the biggest parcel being far too heavy for her to carry alone, so she asked her companions to help her lift the jewel, a jewel that others had possessed for so long.
This jewel was exactly as she had remembered wishing for; carved with memories of longing and pining… she clung to it tightly…
This soon impacted on the jewel as it began to de-shine and rust. Being up close to the jewel, the little girl noticed these obvious shortcomings, but contended herself with the remindings that this had fallen from the Sky, so surely it could not lead to any harm.
The holding on to the abovementioned jewel began to have an impact on the little girl, as the days went on, she would disappear into solace for longer and longer. And soon one of her companions noticed that this little girl had too, begun to rust like the jewel. The little girl denied the allegations that the rust had anything to do with the jewel, and decided to cling to the jewel even more tightly.
Soon the jewel began to cut her deeply, so much so that her beloved companions had to rip her away from it. And as this tug of pull occurred, the case of the jewel shattered, revealing the jewel to be nothing more than earth that had encased itself in krystal. The grains of earth fell to the ground, and began to reek.
The little girl weeped. And weeped. And weeped.
Time trickled by with no meaning –
In a random moment of searching for hope, she happened to pass the place where she remembered burying the other parcels that had fallen from the Sky, that day. She decided to de-friend pessimism and dig these other parcels up. This time she did not pay attention to the parcels themselves, as doubt was still an intimate friend of this little girl. Instead, as she franticly shuffled the parcels out of the hole, she noticed the hole was not just any ordinary hole.
There was a trail leading to somewhere, which she, and even doubt believed she ought to follow. And so she bid adieu to her companions, whom had followed her since her departure from familiar grounds. She believed this journey would lead her to befriending Knowledge and enable the purification from the rust that still encrusted her soul.
She made her way through the hole that appeared to be a tunnel leading to somewhere. However, pessimism trailed after her, and she soon found herself lost in a tunnel of darkness. She locked herself in this place, cradling herself and not wanting anything except the quietude of her own imprisonment.
The girl sat, rocking back-and-forth, and although she had overcome the disease of wanting and wanting, a fundamental need overcame her state. As she whimpered for air, realising her companions could no longer help her, Hope happened to pass by, and decided to keep her company, though she did not welcome it.
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It had been a dull day in the city. In spite of the Beauty encircling it. The boy had had enough of the artificial routines insignificant bystanders busied themselves with. As he trailed off into the sunset, escaping in to the nether regions of the village, he flung a pebble in to the air, contemplating contemplations. Some were deep, some were superficial, and amidst these superficial thoughts he noticed the misplacing of his pebble. He paused and backtracked.
For some reason he became determined to find his lost pebble, and decided to search in the sand around him. The sand somersaulted over and over but revealed nothing except mere versions of itself. He soon gave up, and instead amused himself with sketching words into the sand, suddenly stopping and gazing at a particular word that had Come to him.
The engraving of ‘More’ seemed familiar to the sand and it began to fold within itself. As the sand continued to trickle in to what appeared to be hole, he reached his hand into the melting grains and found someone holding onto it from below.
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She weighed him down, threatening his own enclosure, but he was determined and yanked her out of the darkness that she had satisfied herself with.
Time passed –
the companionship held healing for both the boy and the girl. She was amused by his quest in search for more, meanwhile he was confused by her betrothment to misery.
He wanted her to stay with him, but he had nothing to offer except boredom. She too wanted to stay with him, in spite of her marriage to misery. This is when she began to panic, realising her desires had been reborn and threatened her better judgement. The rust on her body began to grow. She knew she would have to leave.
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It was a peaceful evening, he thought, the sukoon he found with her was unparamounted to what he had ever experienced. But was this because he had not experienced enough himself? – he thought.
As doubt bantered between the two figures, the boy decided to retire from the conversation, as the girl continued gossiping into the early hours of the night.
She didn’t want to leave him, but this was exactly what she did. She returned to the scene where he had rescued her from, with doubt backpacked upon her, she climbed back in to the hole continuing on her journey to find a remedy from the rust that now occupied more of her then she would have ever liked to admit.
She cursed herself for having stomped her feet wanting and wanting, once upon a time.
