The Heart Does Not Obey

Love. Love is an emotion that drives basically almost everything. If you love something, you fight for it, otherwise what kind of love do you have? When two people confess their love for each other, fireworks shoot off into the distance. Their hearts each become emotionally intertwined and bonded in a way that cannot be broken if done right. If done wrong, then a falling out happens. The leaves dry. The paint peels. The walls break and reconstruct into much harder, impenetrable ones. Love is an emotion that can either ruin or create.

Flowers do not regrow once killed.

EPISODE 4

"I like you, Hiacho."

"I love you, Hiacho."

A single tear. The walls in the room begin to swell, soften, then come closer. Much bigger. Much scarier. I can feel my lungs contract. My heart pounds in my chest as my eyes run wild. A desk. A chair. Two more chairs. Then three, four, five. Six, seven, eight. Nine. Then a pause. There is no tenth chair. 

A can hear a voice in the distance. A seed. Then plants. They intertwine into much healthier, happier beings. My throat becomes infinite lumps of sorrow. Why, I have no idea. The walls continue to come closer, closer, and closer. Until eventually they're right on top of me and all around me. A singular cell. A baby is then born. You water the plants to help them become healthier and healthier. 

"Hiacho!". I can feel myself drowning, killing myself with a pen. Why, I have no idea. Multiple voices now. I can feel my body convulsing into a dragon, it's teeth gleaming as it kills me. A single voice, now. My heart pounds again. The same circle reappears. Then her voice, again:

"Hiacho..don't.."

"Who are you?"

The void always listens. But it never talks. And if it does, it never replies back.