Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 50

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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻

Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.

This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.

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Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 50

Dear Reader, do you ever feel you are running on empty?

That you keep pushing on with no clue why?

That your unseen goal is just around the corner, wrapped with a bow right there waiting for you.

You can smell it, the anticipation fills your stomach. Then when you finally turn the corner you find yourself in another cul de sac filled with filth and garbage cans.

That is when you realize you are chasing your own never-ending emptiness. That as long as you have no clue what you are looking for, you will never find it.....because it simply doesn't t exist till you decide what it is.

A week later

It is no coincidence that she is now walking in here for the third time this week. Apparently I have infected her with the virus that she had passed on to me months ago.

We play pool, share a joint, and chat while our eyes speak. And then just before she leaves she says: "Okay, Wednesday at the station at 13:00."

Sometimes I don't understand her, it is as if she is playing with me. Attracting me and repelling me, fortunately attracting me more than repelling me but still.

We both know that this is completely impossible and yet we continue. We pretend to the world that they are crazy and see things that do not exist. While we know better but do not admit it. This is our secret, this is nobody's business.

Wednesday 13:00

Two popular faces in a large small town, we know that we are at risk and so we dive into a Chinese restaurant as inconspicuously as possible for lunch.

This is really the first time I get her alone, sort of. An hour later when we get into the taxi together, I have already forgotten what I just ate.

Everything revolves around us, for the first time we can speak freely.

"This is really not possible, I say as we are on our way to my tiny student room." Only now do I notice that we are holding each other's hands, I was too busy living the dream and trying not to drown in her eyes to realize that before.

"No, this is really not possible," she giggles as she squeezes my hand.

Hand in hand up the stairs, there is no one home at this time and actually I don't even care anymore.

The tour is shorter than the average male orgasm, chair, TV, bed.
After a light intro on the chair, we end up shirtless in bed. She feels so great, so soft, so warm. My hands are full while my nose smells her scent and my brain tries to hold on to what is happening here.

I have all the time, this moment must never pass, but it is over before I know it.
Kissing, sweating, and still sexless.
Just the way it should be when there are others involved. This is not cheating, this is sniffing each other like dogs do, and this full-fat meat I have in the tub tastes like so much more.

But I only have less. Less moments with every second counting down because even though my girlfriend is not in the room next door her boyfriend can come home at any moment. And so she puts her XXL Cradle of Filth shirt back on before she kisses me again with eyes wide open.

Then she leaves my room. These 8 square meters have been heaven on earth for the past 90 minutes.
A destination I never dared to dream of.
A place where I sleep every night but have never been before.

I look at her buttocks as she descends the stairs. I am almost drooling from the sight of her thighs but holding the slime in just so I can steal another kiss before she opens the front door and steps back into normal life.

I watch her as she walks to the bus stop, she walks alone, and when she is out of sight I wonder if this was real.
Luckily my pillow still smells of her and my girl won't be home for a while to notice this stranger's perfume.

It's crazy, nothing happened but I felt more than I ever did before.
Who the fuck is she?

Summer's Almost gone

Steffie opens the door and I stand at the top of the stairs. While I look down the stairs at the open door I notice that I am not happy about this at all.

The thought of that Latin American Dream that used the same door a few weeks ago to leave this house comes back immediately.

There is nothing wrong with this young blonde girl, except that I now really know what I should feel when I see her. But there is nothing, it remains cold in my heart as I kiss her. And for a moment I think she kisses me back with that same coldness.

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