Door by Grace Kim
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She would come home in the evening and turn on her music; the voices
of people that promised a better tomorrow. She admired musicians. She
admired her neighbor. She could not make music of her own. In fact, she
admired her neighbor so much, she would come over to his house just to
see what he was doing from time to time. What most people do not know, she thought, was that meeting this particular person erupted a change in her perhaps starting from five years ago. It was first triggered by the first death of a loved one, then rekindled again by the death of her world. Whether she knew it or not, she was crazy. From an early age, she would draw compulsively, did whatever the television told her to do, and believed there was life on other planets. At that very moment, on another planet, two aliens were sitting down in front of a machine. It opened up a portal at just a push of an infinite amount of buttons. Through an open portal, all they had to do was walk inside, and it would lead them to any type of heaven they wanted to live in for as long as they wanted, but instead, they sat in front of the machine and argued for hours about which button was better. When she first met him she thought, "He looks wholesome. Perhaps even his appearance looks like the guy I want to be with for the rest of my life in living proof," and "He says so little, as though he carries all knowledge of the universe," and also "Could someone that's so unlike me, or anyone I know, have an interest in someone like me?" The last thought is what got to her the most. This thought made her think about him often. As she lay down on her bed she wondered what her neighbor was doing. She didn't know he was masturbating to pornography that he almost fainted because he had spent the last hour jerking off, desperately trying to orgasm. She would think about the time when she would go to his house everyday, just to talk about everything. They would tell each other about the boring lives they lead and made it sound funny, they would laugh the whole night away. They knew so much about each other. They tried to figure out what it was like to live in each other's shoes. She confessed to him that she liked him, and he confessed to her the same. She was too tired to go over to his house that night. Instead of her own bed, she wished she could lay down on his. [read on] |
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