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The hysterical laughter wouldn't stop. She couldn't stop herself. She was in tears and laughing all at the same time. Overwhelming was the one word that came to mind. Everything was so overwhelming in that moment. Nothing else could possibly go wrong and there was a sense of comedic in that. There was a sense of comedy that led to her burst of laughter. That led to her bout of uncontrolled hysteria. No one knew what to do or how to comfort her. She took gasping breaths through the laughter and tears trying to regain her control...
We are all connected... Ironically, even as the thought entered her head, she didn't believe it. How could she possibly be connected to the stranger standing on the corner waiting for the light? She had never met him... He had never met her. They would never see one another except in that fleeting moment... And yet somehow, they were supposed to be connected. So many repeated "We are all connected" but honestly she couldn't see the string of fate that held them together. The connection may exist but was contrary, fleeting, imaginary....
The audience sat in expectation waiting for the curtain to rise. They were from all over the place, different races, different creeds, but they had been brought together to watch this one show. They were there to watch one piece of theater. It was what brought them together. It was what united them for the moment.
You used to support me. You used to be there for me whenever I needed a shoulder or an ear. But now... now you are nowhere to be seen. The you I knew is nowhere to be seen. Now you are a shadow of who I was. You aren't present. You are judgemental. You are not the one I knew. And yet I need your support. I need your love and affection and I can't find you anymore.
There are places that have never been seen. There are things that have never been done. There is so much that has not been explained. And I want to discover it all. I want to feel the cool water of waterfalls mist on my face. I want to discover the thrills of scaling mountains so high that they touch the skies. I want to explore the green and blue of the stalagmite caves. I want sooo much...
It was fiction. Everything that he'd ever said to her was a complete work of fiction. He had lied from the beginning, fabbricated every single thing he'd ever said to her. From his reasons to being at the restaurant, to his relationship status, to his hometown... Now she couldn't tell where the truth began, if it was even there at all... Now, she thought, even his feelings were a work of fiction, a beautiful piece of fantasy elaborately written...
You were always the more successful of us. You somehow knew which buttons to push, which books to study. You were always on top. Straight A's. Paying gigs. Positions in clubs. And now look at you. What the hell happened to your success? What the hell happened to you? How did it come to this point?
It's what I saw. The red hair flaming in the water, like a beacon, like the sundry call of a mermaid. It waved flashed in the sunlight. I wanted that hair. I wanted to be noticed like she would be all because of the Jessica Rabbit hair gleaming in the sunlight, dancing in the water.