White flag
The war between the two protagonists, my internal war, ended this morning. Protagonist 1 died. But it was a nice death. I even smiled.
I feel a bit of sadness though. Because I really don't think protagonist 2 wants to be part of my story. He doesn't really fit in here. My story is ugly and he isn't. He does flirt with ugly, but he surely doesn't really belong.
It's all about aesthetics. Two interlaced bodies are supposed to be beautiful. It's incongruence.
Oh and her, I want to be just like her. Look at all these superficial points we have in common. She is so wonderful and fatal. She has everything I don't have and he fits way better in her story as well as in her arms.
I feel a bit of sadness though. Because I really don't think protagonist 2 wants to be part of my story. He doesn't really fit in here. My story is ugly and he isn't. He does flirt with ugly, but he surely doesn't really belong.
It's all about aesthetics. Two interlaced bodies are supposed to be beautiful. It's incongruence.
Oh and her, I want to be just like her. Look at all these superficial points we have in common. She is so wonderful and fatal. She has everything I don't have and he fits way better in her story as well as in her arms.