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nothing but yourself in it. It’s like you’re suffocating on yourself. I too
am lost, but upon the other side, lost in Narcea.”
“Narcea?” Alexi asked, moving to sit beside him. Rob had mentioned
it numerous times, but never fully explained.
“I was riding my bike, many years ago, when something happened.
I’ve thought about it a great deal since, and haven’t been able to…well,
all I can say is that it was a view of truth. There was this horrible,
wrenching noise, something being sheared into a million pieces. I saw
everything. No, I can see by the expression on your face that you understand,
and yet don’t. Maybe I was everything, everyone, everytime for a
moment, for all moments. I don’t know. I seem to focus on it anymore.
All perspectives at once, and now… I can’t seem to focus on it anymore…
I have these unbearable headaches, almost every day. They don’t
let me think about it for very long.”
“Somehow it makes me think of Harrison Bergeron…” Alexi mused.
“It was Narcea. That is all I can say,” Rob said, his eyes eerily distant
and vacant.
As Alexi closed the door with a quiet click and turned to look at
Samantha, he noticed she had already crawled into bed. He approached,
stepping over her clothes strewn about the room. He paused a moment
and grinned at her.
Shivering momentarily, he slid under the covers and curled up beside
her, unconsciously placing his lips on her neck. Kissing her softly, he left
them there a moment before rolling her over. She greeted him with a
smirk, which vanished as their eyes met. In its place she wore a mixture
of adoration, affection, and…a little fear. Closing his hand around hers
and bringing it to his mouth, he noticed that the smell of her skin was so
familiar now.
She looked up at him expectantly, her mouth small and partially
opened, and he felt himself pulled towards her. Her eyes fluttered closed,
dancing rapidly behind thin eyelids. As their lips met, he felt a pulse in
her hand, still held tenderly in his, and then he realized that what he was
feeling was not the pulsing of blood through her veins, but the throbbing
of her energy.
They began moving together gently at first, waiting for that pulse to
spread. His hands running down down her back lightly, he could feel the
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