Saint Maximilian Kolbe, drawn by Slawomiro

Saint Maximilian Kolbe, drawn by Slawomiro

Saint Maximilian Kolbe (1894 – 1941) was a Polish Conventual Franciscan Friar who was sent to Auschwitz for hiding Jews during the Second World War. When the Nazi guards selected 10 people to be starved to death in punishment, Kolbe volunteered to die in place of a stranger. He was later canonised as a martyr. (source:biography online)

Growing Up Late

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Chapter 1 – Old in Age but Young in Mind

Most people wish they could live forever the way they did when they were children. Zita was spoiled as a child even as an adult. When she did bad in school, her parents took her out of it permanently and taught her how to live by themselves. They gave her everything she wanted and more. Her parents were her only friends for most of her life until they died when she was thirty-five years old. She inherited their great wealth and did whatever she wanted.

Inspired by the internet, she played video games, reviewed anime and manga, and generally acted like your average attention whore on the web. To get even more attention, she intentionally put naked pictures of herself across the internet. In addition, she played and reviewed hentai video games, and recorded doing lewd things and put all of this on pornographic websites. All of this gave her the attention she wanted. She felt loved and important. She thought that as long as she did whatever her audience wanted, she would be happy forever.

Zita is forty-years-old now, but still dresses and looks like she’s in her early twenties. With her dressing style and makeup, she hides her age. Even though she’s a bit chubby because she never leaves her apartment, her fans like her because she’s “thicc” and that’s enough for her not to worry about her health. She even uses to entice people to make them think she likes wearing tight clothes even though it’s a bit uncomfortable. Her apartment is mostly a mess hidden by the few clean spots in it that she shows on camera. The rooms with her collections of comics, video games, anime, and movies are all spotless along with the room that she sleeps in that contain her figures. The apartment room smells like a weird mixture of candy and perfume to coat the stink of an unclean room.

Today is a strange day for her. Her front door is locked along with the windows. She can’t break them down nor can she call or text anyone. Her computer mysteriously won’t turn on as well even though she had it upgraded not too long ago.

“I need to think what to do over breakfast,” she says as she looks into the fridge only to find that it’s empty. “I could’ve sworn I bought food, drinks, and ingredients last week.”

Zita’s parents taught her how to breakfast, lunch, and dinner for herself, but she usually orders. Now with nothing to eat, she lays down on her couch, hungry, worried, and confused as to what is happening. This is when a large hand forms out of her wall. It opens its hand to reveal a mouth in the center of its palm.

The hand says to her, “Zita, I am the hand of judgment. You have yet to grow up and take responsibility for your actions.”

“I’m a good girl who doesn’t do anything wrong. What are you talking about?”

“You will see very soon. There’s a hole in your closet. Climb through it and you will escape your room to face your first challenge.”

“Challenge? Do I get a prize at the end?”

“If you win, you will grow up and live a better life. If you lose, you will suffer for all eternity.”

“And if I don’t accept the challenge?”

“You lose automatically, and you’ll have to rot to death in this apartment.”

“I’ll take the first option then.”

When she goes into her room, the hand of judgment follows her by forming out of the ceiling in her room.

“Are you going to be my guide?” Zita asks the hand.

“In a way, but I your choices will determine whether or not you will survive.”

“That’s peachy.”

Zita moves her clothes around and finds a large hole in it.

“You didn’t make the hole this large because you think I’m fat, do you?”

“It’s made with the intention of you going through it. Now go if you have decided to.”

Even though the hole is relatively large, Zita has some trouble going through it. It’s a tight fit that’s difficult to go through. She reaches the end of the tunnel after ten seconds of crawling. The tunnel has led her to a small aquarium with various kinds of fishes in the many tanks. Paintings of the many fishes are drawn swimming through the ocean on the walls. Above her is a curved glass ceiling that shows the night sky even though it was morning when Zita left her apartment.

“Okay, where to now?”

“You must reach the exit of this building while being hunted by a hunter who is modeled after yourself,” the hand tells her. It’s nowhere to be seen but its voice echoes through her mind.

“What’s this challenge supposed to prove?”

“That you’re honest about changing for the better.”

“This’ll be easy then. I’ve played so many hide-and-seek horror games already.”

Using her knowledge of horror games, Zita carefully walks through the aquarium while trying not to make any noise. The entire building is uncomfortably quiet so much so that she can hear the fish swimming in their glass casing. One of the fishes catches her attention. It’s a red Chinese fighting fish that is swimming by the end of the tank looking at her. Back in her youth, Zita wanted to study fish and take care of them, but when her patience for the subject wore out, she left it behind like so many other jobs that interested her. When she gets close to the fish, it hits the glass so hard that the noise reverberates through the building and leaves a crack in the glass. Another crack of glass is heard above Zita, as she looks up to see her monster. It drops from the ceiling and crashes into the floor unscathed.

The monster is huge as it takes up half the hallway. Its skinny pink clothes are so tight that its skin oozes a black liquid. The arms of the creature are thin, and its fingers are as long as Zita’s arms. Its legs are swollen from its thighighs along with its feet. Black veins pop out from the creature’s skin as well as its bony spine. Its hair is a dirty blond with a thin black bow on it. Pink makeup covers its broken face that has no eyes.

“If this is like those psychological games I played, then I can handle this!” Zita confidently says as she punches the hunchbacked monster in the face to no effect.

It grabs Zita and slams her into the ground multiple times then smashes her into a fish tank and drowns her. She wakes up in her bed and begins to vomit water. The water never stops coming out of her stomach, so she goes to the bathroom and almost fills up the tube with all of the water she vomits. This is the first time in a while that’s she felt any kind of real pain, any kind of defeat. Her appearance is now that of a woman in her late twenties with most of her makeup gone. The damage done to her was immense and is multiplied by the fact that she’s lived a comfortable life for all of it. Her nerves are shot, and her body convulses with panic.

In need of immediate relaxation, she takes out one of her sex toys and tries to use it, but a sharp black spike comes out of it and impales her from her crotch through to her head. Instead of dying immediately, it takes her body a few agonizing minutes of the worst pain to kill her. Again, she wakes up in her bed, but this time she feels completely dead inside. She can’t make herself feel better instantly. She’s died twice already without completing any of her challenges, and now she looks like she’s in her thirties with no makeup at all. Despair has its grips on her, freezing her in thought.

The hand of judgment says, “You will need to grow up if you want to survive this. Get up and try again. If you don’t, then you’ll suffer forever because of your previous actions. Decide.”

The black and whiteness of her choices force her to move out of her bed and back into the aquarium. Zita doesn’t let anything distract her this time. Her monster still jumps down from the ceiling, but this time she runs and hides. The monster cannot smell her, and its vision is very limited, so it focuses more on sound than anything else. It overcomes some of its disabilities by smashing whatever hiding spots that Zita could hide under. Because of this, she is forced to go from hiding spot to hiding spot until she realizes that she’s close to the exit. When she sees it, she makes a break for it and makes it through the exit right before it catches her.

Upon exiting the aquarium, Zita finds herself back in her apartment standing in front of her front door as if she just went through it. She tries opening the door and finds that it’s still locked from the inside. After the challenge, she falls to the floor in tears.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Zita admits to herself.

“Of course you can. You just made it through the first challenge. That shows me that you have a chance of getting through the rest,” the hand of judgment says with a stern but caring voice. “Now get up. Another challenge awaits you and the main vice that damages you and the people you affect.”

“Oh boy. What fun,” Zita miserably says.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2 – Hunter and the Hunter

“Where did you make the next exit?” Zita asks with a dry voice.

“Just go through that door,” the hand says as it points towards it.

Zita smiles a bit as she remembers what’s behind the door. A spark in her mind wakes her conscience up and makes her think that what she loves to do might be wrong.

“You know what’s behind that door,” the hand says, “Your vices will destroy you if you don’t let go of that destructive force within yourself.”

“I…I don’t know if I can…but I have to try, right?”

“You have to not only try but accomplish it. There must be no hesitation in your decision or else you will die.”

Zita has never had so much pressure on her. Her body still doesn’t feel the same after the two painful deaths she suffered. She can feel a change happening in her mind and body.

“What you’re feeling is change. It feels painful, but it is good for you,” the hand notes as it notices her pain.

“I hope so. If I have to go through these challenges, then I will.”

Zita opens the door and ends up in a park with the sun setting. The gates around the park are locked and the edges of the fences are sharp and could cut anything that touches it.

“You remember this park, don’t you?” the echoing voice of the hand asks.

“I do. It was a fun place to be in.”

“But you never used the park as most people use it.”

“I did. I met people here. Tons of boys that wanted to be my friend.”

“You did more than become friends with them. Even though the sun is setting, it will soon rise up again. Stay alive until then.”

Zita quickly looks for a hiding spot and places in the dark to stay.

“What? No quip about your video games?”

“Huh? Oh uh…I don’t have one right now.”

After looking around, Zita finds a spot to hide in. It’s a small hollow out hump that people like to climb and sit on. It’s covered by trees and there is a little scattering of boulders and rocks nearby that are left there from the park’s construction. The deafening silence sets in as Zita hides within the lump and waits. An hour seemingly passes before a murder of crows is disturbed. They fly into the sky and away from whatever spooked them. Looking deeper into the darkness, she sees her monster creeping through it. It moves quietly despite its large size though it doesn’t appear to know where Zita is, for now.

Even though she isn’t in any immediate danger, Zita’s heart starts beating fast and her monster appears to pick up on it. Seeing that it’s reacting to her heart, she calms down by thinking in jokes. She reminds herself of the small good times she had playing games, which had her in similar situations to this, but not as deadly of course. Her efforts rewarded her with dozens of “friends” because of her simple ability to play video games and react to them in front of a camera.

She then began to think to herself, “That is a pretty shallow thing to do that most people try on the internet nowadays to become famous and rich. I’m not as special as I think I am for doing the same thing they are. Maybe there’s something more I can do with the talents I have. Maybe I can get new ones that’ll do more for people.”

After thinking for a bit, Zita notices that it’s getting brighter outside. The thought then hits her that she survived the last challenge by not messing around and dedicating herself to changing, so she continues thinking.

“My parents were very smart people and saved up money until they could live on it without having to work for the rest of their lives. They even saved up enough for me to live on their inheritance for the rest of my life as well. I can do things with the money I have and not worry too much about failing once or twice. They were really good parents, but…do I really want to give up this life? Everything that I love in it. Everything that makes me happy. Everything that gives me…pleasure…”

A small shriek is made from the darkness. A horde of five childlike creatures emerge from the trees. They have blank faces and parts of their flesh missing like a jigsaw puzzle. Something about these creatures stirs a part of Zita. She starts to feel hot and she starts to rub her arms. This feeling gets so extreme until she feels like she wants to touch herself more sexually. Zita resists until she lets the feeling overwhelm her. This is when her monster and the creatures know where she is.

Unfortunately, Zita is trapped within her lust and has to fight for control over herself. It isn’t until the monsters are right on top of her until she’s able to run away. She regrets giving herself up to her temptations as she runs through scattered rocks. Her monster crashes through what’s ever in its way while the children leap all around her, trying to find an opening to attack her from. Eventually, she runs out of cover and a child manages to cut off her right leg with one swipe. Time begins to move slowly as the rest of her limbs are cut off by the creatures.

“What did I do to deserve this? Am I really as good as parents always said I was?”

The creatures then tear out her eyes then her jaw along with all of her teeth. Her breasts are torn out as well with her ears and nose while the rest of her body is cut at until she is nothing more than a bloody mess that looks more like a pig than human. Despite her injuries, she’s still clinging to life and the sun is still trying to rise, so there’s still a chance that she might win.

“I regret what I did. I see why it’s wrong now. I’ll give it up not because I want the pain to end, but because it’s the right thing to do.”

The sun then begins to rapidly rise as her monster stands over her. It picks her up and tears her body in two just as the sun takes its place in the sky. Zita wakes back up in her room.

The hand says, “Because of what you said, you passed your challenge just barely. Congratulations.”

Zita gets on her knees and bows before the hand.

“I’m sorry for everything I’ve done! Even though I don’t think I can bring myself to get rid of my vices, please give me the strength to do so.”

“That will be done. Because you have shown humility, you will no longer be killed as long as you continue showing it. Now go into that room and release him.”

“Okay.”

Zita enters the bedroom next to hers to release the young boy she has captive. The boy is a fan of hers who she managed to meet up with. She usually tries to meet her young fans that are boys to have sex with them. This boy, in particular, told his parents that he would be away for a while with his friends. Zita’s been using him as her personal sex doll for almost a week now. There were some boys that stayed for entire summers tied up and under Zita’s control because they were captured by her degenerate influence.

She unchains the boy and gives him back his clothes and what he came with.

“What is it, Zita? You seem stressed. Are we going to go out together?”

“No, you’re going to have to go.”

“Why? Am I boring you? Maybe there’s something I can do to change your mind.”

The boy tries touching Zita inappropriately, but she smacks his hand away.

“No! I’m sorry I did this to you. It was wrong of me to do this to you and so many other young boys.”

“But I liked it and I thought you did too.”

“I did, but that’s changed, and you should too. You shouldn’t let people take advantage of you like this. You’re a smart boy who should be doing more with his life than just looking for sex.”

“Oh…well. Um…”

“Go home to your parents and live a better life.”

“Okay. Will I ever see you again?”

“You shouldn’t, but if you do, I’m not going to be the same.”

“Alright…well. Goodbye then.”

The young boy hugs Zita, takes his stuff, then leaves the apartment. Zita walks up to the door and tries opening it but finds that it is locked again as it only let out the boy.

The hand says to her, “Do you really believe the reason why you are wrong?”

“Not really. Every boy I was with consented to me.”

“Not every boy consented to you. You aren’t even allowed to have sex until you are wedded. There’s a man about your age a couple rooms down that you make small talk to. He’s interested in you, but you’ve barely given him any attention. Are you so sick that only boys thirty years younger than you are the only kind that interest you?”

Zita looks into a mirror to see that she almost looks her exact age.

“But I made them feel happier, didn’t I? I’ve had so many boys tell me how happy they were when they were with me. I’ve made so many friends because of it.”

“You still have a lot of change to go through.”

Zita sighs then says, “Then change me. I’m ready.”

 

 

 

Chapter 3 – Deadly Ignorance

The hand of judgment says, “If you are to truly change, then must accept what you are not. You must die in a manner of speaking.”

“I’m used to dying.”

“Physically yes, but not in terms of your personality. That part must die.”

“How do I do that?”

“Admit where you are wrong. This next challenge will help you do that.”

“Okay. Where’s the next uncomfortable hole I need to crawl through?”

“You don’t need to go anywhere.”

“Sweet.”

“You won’t think it’s so “sweet” when the challenge starts.”

“What do you mean?”

Zita is immobilized and falls onto her floor.

“Ow. I guess my floors are a bit too dirty. I do have to clean myself up a bit.”

“That’s only part of it, which I’m glad you’re seeing.”

“Is it because I’m lazy? Do I watch too much anime and play too many video games?”

“You can keep your comics and video games. Just get rid your pornographic materials including the things you have on the web. You’re allowed to have your leisurely activities as long as you keep it in moderation.”

“Alright. I can do that. Is there anything else I should know?”

“If you’re able to think about it, then you can be released from this challenge before it starts.”

“Umm…Ahhh…I got nothing.”

“Then your next challenge starts now. Everything that happens to you is in your mind. Nothing you see is true. Nothing you feel is real. Keep that in mind and you will survive.”

“What I’m imagining for this challenge, isn’t too good.”

“You have the right idea.”

“Wait-Nevermind…I’ll go through it.”

“Good.”

The hand retracts itself into the wall as Zita awaits what she knows it coming. She can hear something moving within the walls of her apartment. It sounds like the childlike creatures are coming for her. They sound like they’re splitting up into different groups to find an opening in the wall to enter through. Their claws scratch at the inside of the walls and break little bits and pieces out of it, but they are unable to break through the walls or find an entrance in.

A few minutes of nerve-wracking seconds pass by with nothing happening. The creatures don’t make any noise, nor can they be seen through the holes they made. Zita then begins to feel something strange stirring within her. A pain that feels unnatural that’s coming from places that these pains shouldn’t be coming from. She calms herself down and reminds herself that nothing she is feeling is real. This calms down her pain, but it doesn’t get rid of the sensation.

Four child creatures then emerge from her body. Her ears, mouth, and stomach to be specific. These places of her body expand beyond what their limits are and yet they don’t break. Zita feels the pain of these creatures clawing their way out of her and her mind is tempted to think this is real despite the absurdity of it. The pain is intense and numbs her senses and reason. She starts to sweat blood from the stress of the situation as her body begins to think that this pain is real.

Zita wrangles control of herself and thinks, “I…I can’t think this is real! It-it just isn’t!”

Her pain subsides again though the sensations still remain. The four creatures are now outside of her body that is back to the way it was before as if the creatures never emerged from it. They stand over her and start to caress her body like a massage therapist looking for tension and stress in a person. The creatures then begin to cut bits and pieces of her skin out. Each piece of skin cut out is more painful than the last, but she stays strong.

Seeing that she’s won’t even scream, the creatures then begin to cut parts of her body like they did in their first appearance. First, her arms go. Then her legs. Then her eyes. Zita closes her eyes after they’ve been plucked out and is afraid to open them up as the creatures slowly run their claws all around her body.

“I…I don’t know if I can do this anymore!” she thinks to herself as the pain worsens.

“Remember, Zita. Are you going to put yourself first? Or what is truly right?” the hand says.

“I’ll…I don’t always know what’s right, so…I put my trust in what is actually right.”

“Then open your eyes.”

Zita opens her eyes to see that she can see. The creatures have disappeared along with her injuries. She can now stand up perfectly fine as if nothing happened at all. Her room now seems to be clean and whatever blemishes she had on her body are gone as well.

The hand then reappears out of the wall, “Your faith has healed you.”

“Oh, that’s what that was. I understand now.”

“But do you? Can you tell me what you did wrong?”

“I’m afraid I’m a bit slow. I can’t word it correctly.”

“Instead of wanting to learn what is truly good, you stuck yourself in the willful ignorance of your parents.”

“My parents weren’t good people? They helped so many people in their careers and made me happy for the rest of their lives.”

“Fool. They were self-righteous hypocrites who only helped those who helped them, and you perfectly took after them. If you weren’t so ignorant to the truth, then you would’ve been struck down by now by your own hand.”

“I’m still struggling to understand where I went wrong.”

“Keep in mind the lesson you learned. That what is truly good is better than what you have in mind. Don’t play God with your decisions by thinking you have equal or better solutions than God has.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“But you have along with most people who say the same thing. They’re nothing but children who live in their own fantasies where they dictate what’s right and wrong, even if they say it’s from God. Do you want proof? You will see the fruits of the tree you’ve planted in your final challenge.”

“Will it be more painful than the last?”

“It will, but in a different way than you’re thinking.”

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4 – The Death and Rebirth of Self

“Where’s this final challenge of mine?” Zita asks the hand of judgment.

“You already know where it is. It is in the only room you didn’t go in yet.”

“What about that room?”

“Don’t be so ignorant. You know what’s special about it that separates it from the other room you freed that captive boy from.”

“It’s my recording room.”

“The last time you used it you recorded a pornographic video in it, and I’m sure the boy you recorded it with has yet to come out.”

“He…I guess consent doesn’t matter.”

“It’s not the consent that matters the most in this situation. It’s what you did to the poor boy. Go and free him.”

“Alright.”

“You knew you were going to have to do this. Clean up your mess now before your soul decays further.”

Zita enters her recording room and frees the boy she has strapped to a small bed. He has a gag around his mouth, a cloth around his eyes, and his arms and legs are tightly constricted to parts of the bed. With the removal of each strap, Zita remembers what happens to a particular boy. She saw him one day after traveling away from another boy she had just “entertained”. This boy looked special to her. A kind that she had never tasted. Wanting another boy to satisfy her rising desires, she took the boy aside with promises of large sums of money. The two were alone where no one would bother them then tried to entice the boy to have sex with her.

He respectfully denied her, something that she had not known. No boy had ever rejected her, no one told her she couldn’t have what she wanted. Zita tried everything she could to seduce him to submit to her, but he never did. She then forced herself onto him and had her way with him. He tried fighting back with a self-defense knife. Even though the knife could’ve easily killed Zita, she was too much for him as she made him drop his knife. After having her way with him for over an hour, she finally let him go and cleaned herself up.

“Wasn’t that fun?” she asked the boy while she was still in ecstasy.

The boy, after being defiled for so long, had been mentally damaged beyond repair. He grabbed his knife and cut his own throat. Zita tried to save him but there was nothing she could do. There was no way for her to deliver the boy’s body to his parents without the consequence of her being arrested after, so she buried his body and possessions, and left the area. There were many other boys like this one, but no other had killed themselves after because she got them all to submit themselves to her.

This boy that Zita has in her recording room is one of her fans. He only knew of her normal content since her more degenerate content was a secret among her fanbase. The only people that know about it are her diehard fans that lust after her. This boy was offered to stay with Zita for a long period of time, so he could learn from her what he could do to become moderately internet famous like her, and he learned more than he wanted to. He’s been trapped here for two days now and has somewhat submitted to Zita’s lusts.

The hand says, “How many boys have you turned into degenerates? They do nothing but look at pornography, have premarital sex, and rape like you do. Their souls are so severely damaged that it will take years to properly fix them. Now you know why your treatment has been so severe.”

The weight of Zita’s sins finally has their effect on her body as she kneels before the hand. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve done! Please, God, forgive me!”

“Bring this boy back to his parents then talk to the man two doors down from you. You’re blessed in that the boy doesn’t live too far from here.”

“Wait, I can’t be forgiven if I talk to God directly?”

“You can’t. You don’t have that privilege. Your soul will be damned forever if you don’t confess and do penance.”

“I thought I was saved forever after being baptized and accepting God as my savior.”

“Another lie that your parents taught you. That lie has damned so many souls to Hell and created so many hypocrites.”

The boy is unconscious and isn’t able to wake up.

“The boy won’t remember what you did to him after you do what I told you. If you don’t do what I tell you, then all of your sins will be exposed to the world and you will be executed then sent to burn forever.”

“I’ll do it! I’ll carry him home, just show me where he lives.”

The hand puts Zita’s head in its mouth which shows her exactly where the boy lives. She dresses him in his clothes, picks him up, and runs out the door. It’s currently nighttime and raining now. Zita doesn’t have a car so she has to run in the rain. She avoids attention from other people and uses the darkness and rain as cover as she did before when she took in random boys. Her lusts tempt her to go back to her apartment and forget about what the hand told her. She rejects them, which frustrates the demons within herself causing her to feel pain.

Her lusts manifest themselves into creatures with vaginal faces, male sex organs, enticing bodies, and sharp claws. They form themselves from the darkness and chase after her. Their speed allows them to quickly catch up to Zita so they can claw at her back. They tempt her to let go of the boy and give him to them, but she resists again. This constant cycle of temptations and pain continues until she reaches the boy’s house. She lays him at the front door, knocks and rings the doorbell. After hearing someone coming, she runs away as her lusts continue to swipe at her until they cut off her head.

Zita wakes up in her bed to a new morning. She rubs her face a couple times to make sure it’s there. After that, she looks into the mirror to see that she still retains the younger than her actual age look, but something about her looks different, brighter. Inside her closet, she finds clothes more proper to wear. She puts on a simple shirt and skirt then goes online to find that all of her pornographic content has been scrubbed from the internet much to her relief. She then exits her apartment to find the man the hand told her about. He smiles as she timidly approaches him.

“Hello, Zita,” he says, “How are you doing this fine morning?”

“I’m doing good. How are you?”

“I’m great now that you’re talking to me. I’m a big fan of your show online. I can’t entertain an audience like you can.”

“It’s nothing. I’m sorry for never paying much attention to you.”

“Don’t be. I’m sure you’re a busy woman.”

“It’s not that. Ummm. I’d like to get to know you better-if that’s okay with you.”

“Oh, that’s fine with me. I’m actually going to confession now. Do you want to come? We’ll have breakfast together then we can go out wherever you want.”

“I’ll come with you, but we can do whatever you want.”

“Sure. There are these great places in town that I know you’ll love.”

“Take me there then. It’s going to be your treat though.”

“I wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t treat a lady like you.”

 

The End

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From Hatred to Love

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Love, to be real, must cost. It must hurt. It must empty us of self.” – Blessed Mother Teresa

Chapter 1 – Forced Love

How are we ever going to fix this?

Maybe we should start from the beginning?

Maybe you should since you suggested it.

Okay. We woke up one morning in my room fused together. We were confused for a while before we heard a voice say, “Because you have hated each other and have secretly wanted harm upon one another, you will be fused together until you learn to love each other”. And here we are.

That’s overly simple, James. What about the fact that part of my house is fused to yours? My clothes are even fused to yours. Just look at our wardrobe. Everything is fused together.

Don’t worry about it, Julia. At least it all matches.

But we’ll have to go to the bathroom and take a shower together! We’ll see each other naked!

That’s definitely the worst part.

Ow!

Ha! When you use our hand to hit me you still hurt yourself.

Ow!

Doing it again doesn’t help and I know that you feel that it does. I’m still somewhat surprised that the doctors said that our bodies are completely fine together like this.

Sure, but we have to walk together with a hood on all the time with our heads down.

Speaking about that, do you want me to control our legs when we walk because we have trouble doing anything unless we consent to let one person walk?

I don’t care. We both get tired even when we let the other do something.

I’ll do the walking then.

I’ll do the talking.

You’ll do the talking? No.

Why not?

Because you’re terrible at talking with people.

No, I’m not!

Yes, you are. Who has more friends than you do? Who got a promotion because I was a pseudo-human resources expert? That’s right. I know the thought crossed your mind.

Shut up. What am I going to do then? Just silently scream in our mind?

Oh God no. I’ll let you talk if you know more about something than I do.

But we both know the same things now.

Are you really going to pass up this opportunity to talk?

You can stop me from talking at any time.

And so can you so you’re going to have to trust me. Okay? Come on. We can’t do anything unless we can trust each other.

Fine.

Good. So how about we get ready for work now? We didn’t take a shower yesterday, so let’s-okay. You know for a fact that I don’t want to see you naked. Okay! Now you have a self-abuse problem. So, do you want to strip us or-

I’ll do it. Just close your eye.

I can still see out of your eye.

I’ll just look up then. Hey, make the water hotter.

It is hot.

No, make it hotter like this.

It’s too hot!

I don’t feel it.

I do!

Good.

Who’s going to be the one who’s going to wash us?

I’ll do it.

I didn’t know you wanted to touch me like that.

It’s not that! I’d rather you not touch me is all.

It’s still our body.

Whatever.

What kind of genitalia do we have?

It’s not mine and it’s not yours. I don’t want to think about it. Just stop thinking about it.

Okay. That’s finally done. I think we should wear this simple outfit.

Nope, we’re wearing this.

Who cares what we look like?

I do! I’m a woman of business unlike you.

Do women of business look like us? That’s what I thought. What’s for breakfast?

Cereal.

I’m fine with that. Except not that kind.

What’s wrong with it?

It’s just plain healthy cereal.

What are you four years old? Why does your cereal have to have marshmallows in it?

Because it actually tastes appetizing.

It doesn’t taste bad to me.

It does to me.

It’s just your imagination.

Whatever. Okay, you bathed, clothed, and feed us which is basically what a normal woman is supposed to do. Don’t hit me-us. Let me take over for walking.

I still don’t feel comfortable going out at all.

But we got to earn that bread for ourselves. It’s not too bad.

I feel so awkward being out here like this. This is going to be a pain if this carries over into the summertime.

Ever hear of short-sleeved hoodies?

I still don’t want this to go on for long.

And I thought you were starting to like my company. We have to do this regardless of how comfortable we are with it, so we have to start loving each other.

I’m not going to marry you.

You don’t have to. Love isn’t all about marrying.

I hope that’s not what God wants.

Me too. See? We’re starting to agree with one another.

But what are we going to do now at work?

Whatever we usually do. I think we should-

No, we can’t talk to anyone like this. Only our boss knows about this.

He would’ve already told most of the people here by now knowing him.

What an idiot. We already have people looking at us.

Don’t mind them.

“Hey, James! Or should I say, Julia? Or both?”

“Hey, Nick!”

Are you still mad at that the boss is paying me more than you?

I went to college and work harder than you do. Of course I’m still mad.

I didn’t need that stupid college “education” to be successful in life. All I needed was my family, friends, and my God-given talents. Don’t be mad because I got past where you are with more effort.

I’m going to beat you to a pulp when we’re separated.

You would still be hating me then.

I’m going to lovingly beat you to a pulp. Sound better?

Yep. This is where we decide which of our jobs are going to get done.

Okay.

Ow!

What did we do?

We fell on our butt because we took control of a different leg to go in a different direction. Let’s just decide what we’re going to do first.

I’ve got tons of work to do to help dozens of people within the business and outside of it. At least I try to help others outside my sphere of friends, unlike some people.

Well, you can’t do that if your building burns to ashes. Most things in the building are working fine but I have been seeing abnormalities in it. I should probably check it out before it gets serious.

What? I’m not going to get dirty while wearing this.

You knew we were going to. Don’t lie.

Can’t we just get my work done first?

Let me just check out the systems in the building. Maybe we won’t need to get dirty today.

I always see you dirty.

Yeah? Well you’re always jealous of me, and I’m not making that up, so let’s go.

Fine.

Okay, well everything seems to be better than yesterday. It looks like shutting off some of the systems fixed some of the issues, but there’s still one thing we have to get dirty for to check out.

What? Why?

Because it could cause a major fire if we don’t at least check on it. I adjust and upgrade these things from time to time so that you can “help” people like you say you do.

Let’s just get this over with.

It’s not that bad up there.

To you maybe. It’s filthy up here.

I’m glad you think so.

Why don’t you clean up here? Isn’t that a hazard or something?

Not if it doesn’t affect anything. I’ve been in worse places, so this is nothing to me.

I can’t stand being in here.

Just keep your mind off it then. There are only a couple more things I need to check.

Was that a roach?!

Yeah, I named him Bob.

Why don’t we call an exterminator?

Because buildings like these always have bugs in them. They come and go and if they feel comfortable, they stay.

But shouldn’t we get rid of them?

This is your first time noticing them, so they’re not a problem to you. They’ll be gone soon.

That’s a relief.

Okay. It looks like there isn’t anything wrong here.

So we came up here for nothing?

We came up here to check on something that could’ve been important. I’ve been doing this for months and you haven’t had any problems, which is another reason for my promotion.

Okay, let’s just get out of here. I think I’m going to get sick.

That’s just your imagination.

No, it isn’t. I feel like I need to take two baths after doing that, but I have to get my work done.

This is going to be so boring.

It’s not that bad. It’s just how work is.

My work isn’t like that.

Your work is disgusting and dirty.

But at least it doesn’t put me to sleep. This sucks so much.

Shut up. I’m trying to concentrate here.

Did you notice that the others aren’t saying anything?

The boss told us that he told them not to say anything or he’ll fire them.

It’s probably why we’re not on the news right now.

Do you ever shut up?

No, that’s why so many people like me. I’m also trying to keep us awake.

I don’t need your help.

Fine then. Nap time then.

Wait…stop…Ah!

Told you this work is boring.

Just try to stay awake a little longer. I’m almost done.

How come you never liked talking to me when we first met?

Because I wanted to concentrate on my work.

And that’s why you don’t have friends. How can you say you want to help people when you don’t even want to talk to them?

How can you say you love making friends when you don’t care about helping other people?

Hey, at least I do help people. At least I don’t just think I’m helping people because people tell me I am when I’m just sitting behind a desk while being miserable. Hey! Control yourself! People are really watching now. I’m sorry, okay? I can be a bit too blunt. I get that. You help out people in your own way and I do it in my own way.

Look, that paper you made is probably going to convince the company to help out people in need. Do you know how many lives you’re going to save?

Stop wiping away my tears! I can do it myself!

Okay.

…I’m sorry for that outburst.

It’s fine. I get it.

“Hey, uh…Julia? The boss wants to see you.”

“Okay.”

This is my fault.

I started it. Don’t worry about it.

He might fire us.

I don’t think he’ll do that. He probably just wants to talk to us.

“Hello, James and Julia.”

“Hello, Lloyd.”

“Who am I talking to specifically?”

You’re better at talking.

“James.”

“I can hear it now. Did you know that your voice changes when one of you is in control?”

“I didn’t notice that actually. Thanks for pointing that out. What did you want to talk about?”

“I’m letting you two or one have a little break from work to get used to being together like this.”

“Was it something-”

“No, it wasn’t anything you did. Besides, I know you don’t get aggravated, James.”

I messed up bad.

“It’s not Julia’s fault she got angry. I said some things to her that I shouldn’t have.”

No, you’re right. Don’t even think about using this against me.

“It’s not that she lost control. I just want you two to get better acquainted with the way you are now. You’ll be paid during your time off as well so don’t worry about that.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just try to get adjusted soon so I can have my two best workers back.”

“You got it.”

See? That wasn’t so bad.

That’s because you were talking.

I didn’t say anything that you wouldn’t’ve.

I wouldn’t have defended you.

That’s true but I’m glad you’re honest.

Let’s just go home. I’m beat.

That wasn’t such a bad day of work. I thought it was pretty interesting.

It was okay.

At least we learned to be caring towards one another.

I wonder how long that will last.

Come on, be more positive.

Sure.

More positive!

Very sure. I’ll take that. So, what do you do after work?

Shower, eat, then sleep. At least it isn’t as awkward taking a shower now.

Uh, you’re making me look-there we go.

Sorry. It’s a habit.

It’s fine. I don’t mind too much. Don’t hit me.

I wasn’t thinking about it for some reason.

See? We’re getting comfortable with each other now.

A little too comfortable.

What do we have here to eat? Uh, oh! I still have leftover pizza here. I’ve been craving it.

I’ll make us something. Hey, stop making me crave pizza!

It’s pepperoni and sausage.

That does sound really good. Wait, no it doesn’t. Stop making me want it. I don’t even like eating pizza.

You what?! You’re going to Hell.

For what?

Not liking pizza. It is one of the many foods God inspired humanity to make. Let me fill your mind with thoughts and sensations of the blessed food.

You already take up too much of my mind, but it does sound appetizing. Okay, I’ll try it.

So? How does it taste?

I’m not sure if you’re making me taste it this way or not.

I’m not doing anything.

Then it tastes great even though it’s just heated up again.

See? I told you.

Okay. Fine. You were right. Now it’s time to get some sleep.

Today wasn’t so bad, right? I don’t mind being with you like this as much now.

I can’t say the same.

I know you’re lying.

Don’t think I actually like you now.

Well, at least we’re off to a good start.

I guess so.

I’m glad that you agree. Good night.

Good night.

 

 

 

The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because they are generally the same people.” – G.K. Chesterton

Chapter 2 – Learning to Love

Time to wake up, Julia. Huh? Why did you think of your ex-boyfriend? He seemed like a nice guy.

He wasn’t. Do you see that orange fox on my side of the bed? He got me that one Valentine’s day. Not because we were in a relationship, but because we’ve been friends since we were kids. We were each other’s only friend for years. The only other kind of love we felt was from our parents. We or at least I thought we were going to be friends forever. I thought we were going to graduate from college then get married, but then…

He cheated both on you and in college.

I never heard from him since. I keep this fox by my side to remind myself not to get my hopes up, even when it comes to people I love.

That’s cold but I understand. I have my own stuffed animal too. Do you see the white rabbit on my side of the bed? That was one of the only things my parents gave me to show me that they truly loved me. They worked in services that helped people, so they were always busy and never home. I keep this bunny to remind myself that them and people, in general, can be compassionate. I seem to have a more positive reminder of people than you do.

I see that. Even though your parents weren’t always there for you, it seems like you turned out exactly how they wanted you to. But me…

I’m sure your parents are proud of you and that ex of yours has been regretting his actions ever since. Please don’t put yourself down. You’re not a bad person. You just need the right person in your life.

Maybe you are that person.

Maybe.

You sure do have a lot of big textbooks over there. Read anything interesting?

You know.

I want to hear what you think of them.

They’re interesting to read. It helps me learn more about people and their motivations. Some of them are business and math books, which I know you find boring.

It’s kind of interesting from what you remember. I recognize some of the ways of thinking from my comic books and manga.

Those are children’s books.

And there we go.

What?

We were getting along so well and then you had to say that.

What makes them adult besides violence and sex?

The themes of good versus evil, moral responsibility, man playing god, pushing people to their limits, and the extremes someone would go to for their love.

That sounds interesting. Can you give me an example?

There’s this one series that’s about this crybaby who gets the powers of a devil. He becomes totally different after that, but things don’t go well as demonkind starts to wipe out humanity.

Okay. I’m remembering it through your mind and it seems good. It’s really dark.

How about something lighter? These comics are about a man who has an alien attached to him. The two go on adventures as they protect the innocent and punish the wicked. He’s a kind of lethal protector.

Looks fun, but it seems like a different take on the previous series that you told me about.

Okay, so how about this. This series is about this black swordsman that’s after this guy who was once one of his closest friends and well…it’s a long story, but you know what I’m trying to summarize.

You like a lot of dark stories.

But I do like my light ones too. Like this one series about this girl whose hair looks like a four-leaf clover. I especially like the part where she meets this guy with white hair that she absolutely hates.

Ha! That is so cute.

Alright, now enough about that. Do you want to get up?

What do you want to do?

We could go to the nearby church I usually attend. We could ask God for answers since He put us in this situation.

Do we have to now? I’m comfortable like this.

I didn’t know that you liked being with me in bed.

Okay. We’re going.

Haha. That did it.

I’m surprised that this church is doing so well in such a filthy area.

God works where the sinners are at and there are a lot over here. It’s a good thing it’s doing so well here. No one bothers it at all compared to the other places around here.

Have you ever been jumped in this area?

Once maybe twice when I was a teenager, but we should be fine.

And if we do get into trouble?

What? Do you want to make a bet? You already have my body and everything I have. Do you want my soul as well?

I’m just asking. Wow. This place is nice. The stained-glass windows, the statues of Jesus, Mary, the saints, and angels. The atmosphere here could stop any sinner in his tracks. This looks way better than the church I go to.

You don’t attend a heretical church, do you?

No, here’s what it looks like.

Oh, it’s not bad. It just has a simpler look to it. Let’s go up to the altar and pray while no one is around. Well no one besides God.

Okay…well? Is anything coming to mind? I can’t hear your thoughts for some reason.

I’m concentrating on prayer. I didn’t hear your prayers either. Is it me or are some of our thoughts audible to us while others are silent?

It seems that way, but we do hear the important parts.

That’s right. Hey, do you bring your family to church too?

No, I just go by myself.

I bring my family and friends to church. When there’s someone who isn’t strong in their faith or worships the wrong one, I bring them here to try to convert them.

What are you an evangelist?

No, not at all. I’ve only converted a few of the people I know.

That’s great. I’m sure God is happy…with…you…

What is it?

I save people money and help them get the help they need. You help save souls. Which one do you think is more important?

You do help more people than I do.

What does it matter when I don’t help them with what really matters? I don’t even think that I put God first like how I’m supposed to.

If you think that’s bad, I don’t even try to care about people. I only try to help those I’m comfortable with. I can see why that’s so bad now.

At least that isn’t as bad as divorcing people from numbers and generalizations. I always thought of people in terms of ideologies and I never took into account their unique personalities and situations. Everyone was just a different version of an archetype that I read in a psychology book in my mind.

Oh come on. Just look at the bigger picture. Because you help so many people with their problems, they can now focus on God and the afterlife.

But most people don’t do that. How about you look at the bigger picture. You’ve put all your friends and family on the narrow path of salvation that few people find and you’re putting me on it too.

If I did, then stop putting yourself down.

How about you stop putting down the importance of what you do?

Are we really arguing for each other on who is the better person?

We are, and you know I’m right.

And you know that I’m right as well.

Fine.

Fine.

…I guess those prayers helped after all.

And in so little time. He usually takes a while to answer them.

I guess we should put an extra donation.

We’ll go half and half.

I’ll donate forty dollars. You can buy me dinner later.

That’s not fair! I know you’re going to make it pricey.

Deal with it.

At least that was good for us. What do you think?

I think we’re being followed.

I think it’s your stereotyping of people that’s getting to you.

No, it isn’t.

I’ll look-oh we might have some trouble.

Told you. You deal with them.

“Hey, man. I remember you when we were kids.”

“Oh yeah? Do you remember what happened last time you snuck up behind us?”

“Yeah, and I remember, but you’re alone now.”

“And? I don’t need anyone else to beat-oh you brought along two of your boyfriends. How great.”

I’m going to need your help with this.

What am I supposed to do? I can’t fight.

Then what was all of that big talk about kicking my butt?

I’m still going to do that.

Watch out! Punch! Left! Kick! Duck!

Ow! I can’t do all of this at once!

Neither can I but maybe we can if we join our minds into one…Ready?

Ready.

Punch! Kick! Elbow! Pull! Punch! Left! Right! Left! Duck! Uppercut! Kick! Punch!

We did it!

“Ya’ll better fix yourselves up. If I see you again, it better be in that church praying for forgiveness.”

“What are you?!”

“That’s none of your business now get out of here!”

Look at them run. See, what did I tell you?

That calls for a little celebration. What do you think?

Are you just saying that because I’m buying?

Well, you don’t have to.

I will. It wouldn’t be manly of me if I didn’t.

Oh brother.

How about we try this sandwich place in town?

What do they serve?

Sandwiches.

I know-

I know what you meant. They have all kinds of sandwiches that are hard to find outside of the city.

At least it’s in a better area.

There are so many people here.

Remember to keep your head down. We don’t want to start a fuss.

Alright.

Let me try to remember what I got last time that was good. Uh…buffalo chicken, egg salad, grilled shark, some kind of double sandwich, uh…get an Italian sausage with gravy.

Okay. Oh man. The food smells great.

“Italian sausage?”

“That’s for me!”

“Here-oh!”

Dang it, you idiot. I told you to keep your head down. He almost dropped our sandwich.

I’m too used to bringing my head up to talk to people.

“Thank you!”

People are looking at us now. Keep your head down and we’ll eat somewhere else.

Where do you have in mind?

The only place that I know that is relatively empty is the garden park a couple blocks away from here.

Why is it relatively empty?

It’s a garden park. It smells like flowers and vegetables.

I love that smell.

Then I’m going to need you to make it seem good to me because the smell is irritating to me some days.

This place looks amazing. There’s a garden house fields to play and dozens of flowers. It’s amazing that this place exists in the city.

How about we sit over there on that bench near those roses?

Sure. Now it’s time to chow down. Yum! This is so good! What are you doing with my hand?

Hold on.

Why did you pick this flower?

Because I looked at it and I thought of you. Plus, you said you liked the smell of flowers and from what I can pull from your memories, you like these kinds of flowers.

I love it. Thank you.

You’re welcome. Remember to keep your head down. We don’t want anyone seeing our face…well maybe just yours in particular. I’m kidding of course!

I know. That guy was scared to see me.

I thought he was scared to see a pretty girl’s face attached to my ugly mug.

You’re not ugly. I know from your memories that there’s a girl in that shop that always likes looking at you.

That doesn’t mean anything. I’m only interested in girls that I talk to.

You’re always talking to me.

Well, that’s because I’m forced to-but that doesn’t mean I don’t like you! I think you’re a great person.

Do you really think that?

You know if I’m lying.

Then why are we still together like this?

I don’t know. Maybe there will be a challenge ahead of us that will test us.

I hope not. I’m not sure if I can handle challenges that make me distrust people.

Hey, you know me. You know my thoughts now. Even if I do something bad, I’ll make it up.

Okay. I trust you.

Now can we please go home? We’ve had to go to the bathroom since this morning.

I hate doing that like this.

Why? We’ve showered and dressed together.

But this is disgusting like this.

I’ll be quiet.

But I know you’ll be feeling it.

I know we’ll be crapping ourselves soon if you don’t move it! Pick your poison.

Okay, fine!

See? That wasn’t so bad.

I guess not.

So we’re cool with not holding it in for so long?

You’ll probably have to convince me again.

Dang it.

Should we go out for dinner? How can we hide our face in public for long periods of time?

We did it at work, but most people knew about it. Do you want to make dinner?

Is this another woman joke?

Half and half. I want to see what you can make.

I’m in the mood for breakfast. How about I make blueberry pancakes?

Sounds great.

Let me see if we have what we need and…we do. Should I start making it?

Yes. I’m thinking about going out again.

Where to?

That garden park again. Did you see those lights in the trees and greenery? Those light up every night.

I’d love to go!

Great. Let’s speed up making these pancakes then.

You can’t just speed up cooking. You know I’ve noticed that my way of talking is different from how I usually talk.

How so?

I’ve been talking more in laymen speak than the more proper, educated way that I usually talk in.

Maybe it’s because your mind and ours are almost completely connected?

Or maybe talking to you is making me dumb. I mean you know the way I feel now. I would never have dreamed of feeling this way towards another person just a few days ago.

You’re having a similar effect on me too. I’ve changed just as much as you have.

But you know me. You’ve done more for me than I have for you.

That’s true and I’m saying anything about doing more, it’s about the change. You know I wonder why you always you want to contradict me on things like this. First, we argued about each other and now we’re arguing for the other person. I’m trying to find a reason inside your head. Is it because-

It’s because I don’t trust myself anymore. The things I’ve learned these past couple days has completely destroyed the world I once knew. Now…I don’t know what to think.

You know what to think. Stop lying to yourself. You know what you did wrong, so now you know what to do. Even if you do the wrong thing again, you can just apologize and start over.

I don’t know.

Trust me about this. You got me to like you even after we hated each other for so many months. That has to count for something. I know you don’t like yourself anymore, but you have to love yourself a little. If you don’t, then I will.

Okay…thanks.

You’re welcome. Now pay attention to those pancakes because they might be getting a bit too burnt.

They are! I’m sorry.

Don’t worry about it. I like my food well done.

Stop lying.

No, it’s good. Great even! I’ve never tasted pancakes this good.

It tastes too burnt.

Yeah they are.

I’m glad you’re being honest with me now.

I was being honest!

Sure. Should we go out now?

Yeah. The lights should be on by the time we get there.

Okay. Wait, I just pulled up a memory that says you’ve never seen the lights?

Not at all. I’ve been waiting for someone to go there with.

Someone special?

You could say that. You ready to see them?

I can already see them from here. It’s like a completely different place.

It’s better than I imagined. Look at how the lights change and how they complement the colors of the flowers.

I know you want to compare me to them.

I do.

Say it then.

Why? You already hear it in my thoughts.

I want to hear it from you.

It’s cornier than corn!

Say it!

Okay. You’re more beautiful than all of the flowers and lights in the garden. Happy now?

Very. Aren’t you?

I guess so.

Guess?

I am happy even though I’m living like this with you. I wouldn’t mind living the rest of my life like this.

I wouldn’t mind either. Do you…just want to enjoy this moment in silence for a couple more minutes before we go home?

Yeah, I’d like that.

I knew you would. That’s how I got the idea.

Ha!

 

 

 

But from the beginning of creation, ‘God made them male and female.’ ‘For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.’ So they are no longer two but one flesh.” Mark 10: 6-8

Chapter 3 – Together as One

Julia.

James? What is it? Is it time to get up already?

Yeah. Hey, don’t try to go back to sleep! Why do you always have to put my side of our body on the bottom?

Because that’s where you belong.

Well, I’m burnt.

That’s right. Now, go back to sleep.

We can’t. We’re so close to being back to normal. I can feel it.

Do you want to leave me this badly?

What?

You’re the only person I’ve met who I can trust completely. I know what you think and what you’re going to do. There aren’t any consequences for staying like this until we die. This is perfect for us.

Stop thinking this nonsense! We can’t keep living like this.

We’ll find a way to make it work.

I’m-hey! Let me get up!

No. You’re mine until we die.

We can live well together separated.

But it won’t be like this.

You trust me, right?

Of course.

Then you know that I will never do you wrong.

Sure, but-

You don’t have to know everything I’m thinking to trust me.

But I want to.

Then you don’t trust me.

I do trust you!

Is it just because you can hear my thoughts? It sounds like it. Trust is vital in all relationships, so if you truly love me, then let me go.

But…I might lose you.

You know for a fact that fear bothers me too. I will do everything in my power to stay with you until the end.

But I won’t have you like this.

You will if you marry me.

I…I do.

I didn’t kneel or anything, but okay. This is great. Now all you have to do is let me have my control. Hey, I’m thinking of a song my parents used to sing to me during rainy days. Are you thinking about it too?

I am. Sing it with me then.

I can’t sing.

You’re not singing out loud and I love listening to your voice.

…okay.

 

I can see it in your eyes

In your tears

All of the suffering you’ve been through

All of the pain you’ve felt

 

I can feel your sadness

Your anger and your regrets

This world is a non-stop place for sorrow

Like an everlasting storm

 

I’ll be here for you

To hold you when things get tough

When hope seems far away!

I’ll always hold your hand

Through the happy moments and the sad

When everyone else has left, I’ll be right here!

 

The clouds cry with you

Angels shed tears as you suffer

So don’t believe you are broken beyond repair

And know that you will never be alone

 

I’ll stay with you through it all

Heal the bleeding in your heart

Walk with you through the storms

Nothing will stop me from getting you to smile

 

I’ll be here for you

To hold you when things get tough

When hope seems far away!

I’ll always hold your hand

Through the happy moments and the sad

When everyone else has left, I’ll be right here!

 

When the light seems so far away,

Hold onto me!

When all seems lost,

I will always stand with you!

 

I’ll be here for you

To hold you when things get tough

When hope seems far away!

I’ll always hold your hand

Through the happy moments and the sad

When everyone else has left, I’ll be right here!

 

Right here, always with you forever…

 

You know what the song means. You know how I feel. Trust me.

…Let me think about it for a second.

Eh…fine. Just don’t take waste time.

…Okay, I think I’ve made up my mind. Did you hear what I decided? Hey, are you awake? You have to be because I am. Ow. I guess you aren’t. That’s strange. I do like staying like this. I could stay lay down with you forever…but…I know I can’t. I’m sorry that I fooled myself into thinking we could stay like this forever. It’s just my mistrust of people, but I know that you won’t disappoint me. I trust you…

“Hey, stop hitting me…”

“I didn’t hit you because I didn’t feel it…”

“Wait! Ow!”

“That’s what you get for touching me where you’re not supposed to.”

“We’re going to be married! What’s so wrong with-Nevermind, our bodies are apart! My house is back to normal too!”

“Huh?! You’re right-”

“Ow! What now?”

“I wanted to be the one to kiss you first.”

“That’s too bad. Ow!”

“Ow! You can’t hit me!”

“I can defend myself. Is it really going to be like this?”

“It will be, and you can’t stop me. Hahaha! Hey!”

“You don’t have my strength anymore. You’re back to having the strength of a nerd. Haha! Ow! Why did you hit me there? I guess you don’t want kids.”

“I can still get you. Hahaha!”

We got married soon after then began to raise a family. We still argue with each other now and then, but who doesn’t with their closest friends and family? We thank God every day of our lives for the blessing he gave us that we thought was a curse. Even though we know life will have its difficulties when we will feel weak, we will stay faithful to one another until the very end.

 

The End

 

What is the mark of love for your neighbor? Not to seek what is for your own benefit, but what is for the benefit of the one loved, both in body and in soul.

-St. Basil the Great