“Something that stumped even the shrewd dream seer? This I have to hear.” Orphen had a shit eating grin plastered on his face, stoking the embers of Emily’s frustration.
“Why do you feel that it’s necessary to put yourselves at risk for happiness that is not even certain? Why would you intentionally wound yourselves for something that has such little chance of success? Contentment seems like the better alternative, no matter how I look at it.”
Her words were like venom to him, burning his skin, but he didn’t know why. “I wouldn’t say that we intentionally wound ourselves. I mean, if you broke my heart, it wouldn’t necessarily be my fault now, would it?” He said while fidgeting with his fingers.
“Does it matter who lets loose the blade of the guillotine if you intentionally stick your head under it?” Emily said, her divine composure once again apparent.
“I can see your point, sort of... I guess we’re just desperate to be heard, to be understood. So desperate for sincerity that we slice our chests open just to show the other person that our heart is beating faster at the sight of them.” Orphen said in trance. It always seemed like a natural thing to do. But at the moment, Orphen realized how ridiculous human relationships are.
“And you’d do this even while knowing that the other person can just let your heart fall into the dirt?” A genuine look of curiosity dawned on her face. Some might argue that a little bit of awe slipped from her crimson lips.
“Yep.” He said without a hint of hesitation.
“Masochists, the lot of you.” Her tone was harsh but her lips betrayed her.
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"The greatest lesson in life is to know that even fools are right sometimes"
-Winston Churchill
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