Fear is an interesting concept. Why should one be afraid of anything? What makes one afraid? At this point I do believe that fear originates with death. Humans are naturally afraid of their end. Most other rational fears derive off that single idea of the end. It's all meant to allow us to avoid death, that final finish line. Some people seem naturally predetermined to win the race, while others walk as slowly as they can. Sometimes people are forced across the finish line by others. Marie-Lynn was one of the people to be forced across. Of course, it was by me, but she was forced across nonetheless.
But I will return to that at a later date. Marie-Lynn desperately wanted to run away. From what, I did not know, but I assumed it was nothing. I told her to wait until morning. Of course, that night we entered my world out of sheer luck. Another year in my world with Marie-Lynn was well welcomed. I remember how little control I exercised over it. It was as if I had forgotten that it was my world. Even Marie-Lynn seemed to notice this. She did not mention it for a month or two in my world, but once the third month came along, she could not hold it back anymore. Her voice quickly escalated in volume. She screamed and shouted at me in an attempt to make me remember where I was. She tried to help me recall that I was not trapped in reality. Finally, I had enough of her screaming. I split the ground between us in annoyance. She quieted down immediately and smiled at me. My eyes couldn't believe what I witnessed. That was when I came to realize that it was still my world. Excitement flowed through me. The sun broke apart and became four big flaming orbs in the sky. They quickly found their ways to the four points of a compass. The ground beneath my feet shook as I pulled the two parts back together. Marie-Lynn was absolutely thrilled. She welcomed me home.
That was when I realized that despite my many years in my own world, I was still young and foolish. Only time spent in the real world could change that. But that year in my world was surprisingly fulfilling. I had Marie-Lynn there with me. She thoroughly enjoyed her time back. We climbed mountains like we used to. Reality was forgotten. The fear she had was lost among the purple trees. Purple was her favorite color. The trees were more or less a gift to her. Their leaves were orange, my favorite color. The grass was a bright blue and a large yellow sun covered the red sky. We spent many days in those strangely colored woods, but one day we decided to build a home together. The trees chopped themselves down and piled themselves. A hole appeared in the ground and filled itself with nails and screws for our purple wood house. First we built the frame. I lifted and placed the wood and Marie-Lynn would swiftly hammer it into place. Roots extended from the four corner pieces and dug into the ground, solidifying the structure. Then we made planks with the trees left over. They became a nice pale purple. We used them to build the walls, the ceiling and the floor. We found that there was too much of the same material, so we put dry wall up and painted it a pure white. Our house was almost done and at this point we were only a month away from waking up. She didn't notice the end of our ignorant bliss coming. I did, but kept quiet. The forest regrew as we put in the dark brown door with a knocker on it that had her last name written on it. Her last name was Dusk. I find it fitting as she saw the fall of man, our own dusk.
The last days of that year were spent with fireworks and other various celebrations. When we reentered reality, it seemed so alien. I hadn't experienced that feeling in a long time. Not since I met Marie-Lynn at least. She forgot completely about running away together. I was relieved for the question was too pressuring for me. Of course, we would come to regret forgetting about it. That day in reality following the wonderful year we spent together was an interesting one indeed. Marie-Lynn and I were taking a leisurely stroll in the sunlight when we bumped into someone I had not expected to run into. Nor did I expect for her to know Marie-Lynn. It was the night-eyed girl.
But I will return to that at a later date. Marie-Lynn desperately wanted to run away. From what, I did not know, but I assumed it was nothing. I told her to wait until morning. Of course, that night we entered my world out of sheer luck. Another year in my world with Marie-Lynn was well welcomed. I remember how little control I exercised over it. It was as if I had forgotten that it was my world. Even Marie-Lynn seemed to notice this. She did not mention it for a month or two in my world, but once the third month came along, she could not hold it back anymore. Her voice quickly escalated in volume. She screamed and shouted at me in an attempt to make me remember where I was. She tried to help me recall that I was not trapped in reality. Finally, I had enough of her screaming. I split the ground between us in annoyance. She quieted down immediately and smiled at me. My eyes couldn't believe what I witnessed. That was when I came to realize that it was still my world. Excitement flowed through me. The sun broke apart and became four big flaming orbs in the sky. They quickly found their ways to the four points of a compass. The ground beneath my feet shook as I pulled the two parts back together. Marie-Lynn was absolutely thrilled. She welcomed me home.
That was when I realized that despite my many years in my own world, I was still young and foolish. Only time spent in the real world could change that. But that year in my world was surprisingly fulfilling. I had Marie-Lynn there with me. She thoroughly enjoyed her time back. We climbed mountains like we used to. Reality was forgotten. The fear she had was lost among the purple trees. Purple was her favorite color. The trees were more or less a gift to her. Their leaves were orange, my favorite color. The grass was a bright blue and a large yellow sun covered the red sky. We spent many days in those strangely colored woods, but one day we decided to build a home together. The trees chopped themselves down and piled themselves. A hole appeared in the ground and filled itself with nails and screws for our purple wood house. First we built the frame. I lifted and placed the wood and Marie-Lynn would swiftly hammer it into place. Roots extended from the four corner pieces and dug into the ground, solidifying the structure. Then we made planks with the trees left over. They became a nice pale purple. We used them to build the walls, the ceiling and the floor. We found that there was too much of the same material, so we put dry wall up and painted it a pure white. Our house was almost done and at this point we were only a month away from waking up. She didn't notice the end of our ignorant bliss coming. I did, but kept quiet. The forest regrew as we put in the dark brown door with a knocker on it that had her last name written on it. Her last name was Dusk. I find it fitting as she saw the fall of man, our own dusk.
The last days of that year were spent with fireworks and other various celebrations. When we reentered reality, it seemed so alien. I hadn't experienced that feeling in a long time. Not since I met Marie-Lynn at least. She forgot completely about running away together. I was relieved for the question was too pressuring for me. Of course, we would come to regret forgetting about it. That day in reality following the wonderful year we spent together was an interesting one indeed. Marie-Lynn and I were taking a leisurely stroll in the sunlight when we bumped into someone I had not expected to run into. Nor did I expect for her to know Marie-Lynn. It was the night-eyed girl.
-Zero
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