25. The Past and the Present

If life was a movie, I would be hurt, shown to be broken. To be unable to get out of bed or eat. To rise each morning, eyes red and heavily circled from a night spent crying, unable to drown out the soundtrack of his rejection.

Some time later in the plot it's explained that he was in love with her. Would do anything to protect her, be made to do anything to protect her. She was his weak spot. Finally. And he couldnt protect her from them, keep her safe. So the only way to ensure that she would be safe was to make her believe he didn't love her. To push her away, away never to return. To make sure she was fully out of the picture before they got any closer. They couldn't know about her.

He lost her because he loved her.

She died a thousand times, the heartbreak breaking her wholly, because he loved her.

Nicole snapped back to the present, shaking her head slightly. Not only had she taken her internal narration to another level, but she had created this entire world made up of so many bits and pieces from such a vast array of items from pop culture that she had made something unique. To those still unconvinced, consider our literature - which is made up of words all created through the reuse and repetition of 26 letters. So drawing from the same finite group wholly unique pieces of art have been created.

This world - she could not only see every detail, but she felt the emotions of the character, the joy and pleasure of love, and the heartbreak and devastation too. Perhaps she should direct her imagination to a beach vacation in Jamaica so she could feel the pleasure of sand on her feet, the wet relief of the waves lapping over her feet, and the stress leave her body step by step. Wouldnt that be better than feeling a heartbreak that was not her own?