SS: The Fault in Our Stars THE END - Page 4

Originally posted by: PrittB

This is scary...but I like it!

Looking forward to this Jasleen!

Originally posted by: iiDona

Do not take too much credit but, our abuse conversation earlier got me thinking😆

Stay tuned😃

Originally posted by: Nafs_Sweetheart

Having never had life ripped out of my body before, it's difficult to be certain that I won't feel the pain. I must confess however I have not researched the subject however you clearly have, the pain you describe is an analgesic where you don't feel it until you pass away, I really hope that's the case.

Originally posted by: PrittB

Ahahah oh really? 😆

*Takes all the credit*

Lol kidding!!

I'm quite scared now because our ABUSE conversation brought up this thought process in you...I wonder what you have planned. 😲

Originally posted by: iiDona

Scared?

That was unexpected. How so?

I wonder as well.

I am terrible at thinking ahead.😆

Originally posted by: mytinypaintings

Lol I also never had life ripped from me...😆.so certainity is far from a possibility ...I just said what I thought was remotely possible...extereme pain becomes an analgesic because it tends to make the body react as if in fight or flight. shutting down the blood supply to parts which are less needed like gonads and any other at that time...it is a reflex reaction in the balance between the "parasympathetic" and "sympathetic" nervous systems of the brain stem and spinal cord. These two parallel, opposing systems control "fight or flight" (sympathetic) and "rest and digest" (parasympathetic) extremes of the body's internal regulation by the brain. The injury (physical sensation(pain) or the sight or knowledge of it) provokes a vasovagal response, triggering a parasympathetic nervous system response leading to a drop in blood pressure, and making one faint. So theoretically I am happy to believe I will pass out before passing away... LOL comming back to the FF looking forward to it Jasleen😊

Originally posted by: PrittB

Scared because abuse managed to bring up this story! So, yeah! Abuse scares me ahaha!

You have no idea the places I pick up clues from😆

😆 Oh don't worry, you're not the only one! All my FFs manage to change like everyday! I never completely think ahead.

Says the girl who has already written up a gazillion updates and is patiently enough to release the strategically.

I always change things as I go. I just changed Forever Yearning's upcoming updates big time!

Looking forward to it.

Entry 1.

Hello.

Hello there stranger.

I am writing this letter hoping that you will read this one day and find him. That, you will feel what I felt, you will understand.

I was, I am, I always will be, in love with a dead man. A spirit so alive, life could not contain him. I am dry and drained of tears. I am awaiting the end or living the forever. I am alone in a numbered eternity and...

I blame him.

I blame him for choosing my spec from a sea of women.

I blame him for keeping so much of my love within him that I am incapable of replicating the experience.

I blame him for being selfish.

I blame him for me.

Before he appeared, I was breathing, I was eating, I was earning, I was sleeping, I was doing all things necessary to sustain human life. But, he had to meddle. That was his nature, never leaving me alone. Never leaving anyone alone.

I remember the sunshine falling on the tainted glass windows of his home. As I captured the dancing rays of light, his reflection uninvitedly entered my camera frame. Hearing the flash, he had jumped up from behind me.

"Go on, I won't sue".

He offered a reassuring nod seeing my mortified expression.

"I. I. I did not mean to capture you in the frame".

My articulate speech was becoming increasingly difficult to formulate staring at his well kept orange hair; not a strand out of place.

"Ken Mishibhu", he whispered as he handed over a business card. "Tell him RK sent you. He will did up your hair like a rainbow".

"You must be mistaken. I have permission from the owner".

He pressed down my fingers into a fist and secured the business card in place.

"I have beautiful houses like this one. Call me, maybe?"

He tied the lone button on his expensive suit and took his leave. I blinked several times in disbelief. I had never met a walking paradox in my lifetime.

The orange coiffeur suggested rebellion, originality and a hunger for art. The overpriced attire reflected convention, authority and colouring inside the lines. He did not neatly fit into my square box of stereotypes. And that, scared me. I was dangerously drawn to the man with many unknowns. I did not wish to appear as a desperate bimbo who would phone him constantly until he confirmed interest. Rather, I was praying for a serendipitous encounter; an unplanned run-in where his deepest secrets would be magically revealed.

COMING UP: I got what I wanted. Just not how I wanted.

Originally posted by: deepak148

seriously me not fan of such depressing stories, but will give this a chance