WE ARE IN LOVEThey say a thousand words, but none hit as hard as I love you. Even when you cannot return their love, hearing someone call out your name and ask you to love them gives a strong pull inside everyone's heart. Knowledge is nothing, and power only makes you sick. Loneliness is concrete in each thought and we all have felt the pull and tug of someone else's heart. If only in our imagination... we all crave and desire it.
Why is it then that we must persecute those who have found love? If I marry a man, I am considered whole. If I marry a woman, I am diseased and punished for my insolence. Define for me love. A feeling that you can't deny? An emotion that makes people do crazy things for crazy people... just to say hello? If love is so wrong because a woman is with a woman or a man is with a man, then how can it exist at all? What about unrequited love? What about adultery? What about murdering your spouse? How many other things that have torn apart love... war, pain, sickness? There are a
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The glass on the floor is stained with a blood trail leading out of the room up ahead. Well, I was going to start seeing a lot of it sometime. The room seemed to be all white; I prepared my retinas for a visual assault.
Aside from being white and featureless, the floor spattered with blood which came together at one large puddle of it. Three small bodies littered the floor; two of them face up, as if gasping for their last breath, one face down, drowning in plasma. Based on their shirts, the two boys face up were Acquaintance #5, who was at the center of the puddle, and #2, who was a little down to the right, still twitching. Out of respect for the dead, I decided not turn the girl over. That just left #'s 1, 4 and 6...
Behind them, however, was something even more astonishing. A massive chandelier had smashed smack dab into the middle of the room. Around it stood five people, three men, two women. One of the men was shuffling a deck of playing cards to pass the time.