Most people spend forever looking for the other half of themselves, don't they? But I found mine when I was only eleven, and he was the same. We were the same. But when we were sixteen, we tried to go away with each other, and nobody would let us. Every single person in our lives worked to stop us. Even the ones who were supposed to love us, and we didn't have so many of those.
Having your other half torn away is Hard. For lack of a better word. So I wanted to die, and I felt like I was dying But nobody would let me do that, either.
[ Not for being alive, not for having people who supposedly love her. For knowing who completes her being, as much hurt as it's caused. ]
I understand. She was taken from me as well. My other half. I almost died for her. I needed her to die for me too, so we could be reborn. Together, the way we were meant to always be. But she wouldn't let me.
[ That's why Liv left him, after his psychotic break and attempted murder-suicide. Now Alaric knows: he only gets to die when she tells him to. Ma mort, he calls her, when they're alone. ]
Do you think that's mad?
normal people with normal levels of attachment that's all!!!
[ And this revelation registers sensibly: of course she feels a sense of connection, of commonality. Satisfaction thrums through her upon the discernment of what feels like a pattern. They're looking for more because more exists outside of themselves, like twin planets as much as they are people. ]
No.
And if it is, being separate from the person you belong with is a surefire way to make anyone mad. Sometimes things are so difficult that staying what people think of as sane would be crazier than being crazy.
So we're both alive, even though we didn't want to be. And when that happens, when your plans don't work, it's like, Now what? Now who am I?
I just let other people decide for me. For a long time.
[ Unseen, in that interim — at about minute six — she types Alaric?, and then deletes it. Seven minutes isn't so long. Don't be needy, she tells herself. ]
I promise, too. Although I have a hard time imagining anyone successfully bossing you around, anyway, it's still Important, I think. To say. That's the thing I see in what you're talking about, that kind of freedom. Like love without boundaries. Life, too.
You're right. I'm not very good at following orders.
I have this theory, Roza. That some people are meant for life, others are meant for death. Like an alignment. You find your other half by finding out which of the two you belong with. We spoke about dying, but I think we both stand on the other side.
I can be, but I want to choose. The choosing matters a lot.
I'd never thought of anything that way, but Thinking about it, the person I love, I think he would say he's meant for death, and that's part of why we fit. Sometimes that scares me because he'd maybe mean it's finite. We're all finite. But I know he'd be right, deep down.
Everything has a balance. Yin and yang, right? Because it's true. I belong so much to life that it overwhelms me. When you talk about what you've gone through to find your clarity, it gives me a sense that maybe it doesn't have to always be that way?
But some people never find their other half, so they're just out of balance forever.
Life and death belong together. One has no purpose without the other. What is to be alive if it doesn't end? What is death if nothing came before it?
It doesn't have to overwhelm you. You just have to find more room for it to fit. That's what it is, I think. Your self is telling you it's time to become more. So you're ready.
I think it must be pity. Or maybe I'm just overindulging in how lucky I feel by comparison. But I like how you say it, that they belong together. Like a prophecy, but one that keeps telling itself. Over and over. The cycle is the only thing that never changes.
I didn't realize I was ready before I came here but You're right about that. I keep having these strange feelings here, and that must be what it is. Like I'm coming out of my skin, or it isn't big enough. I'd never had it before. I'm ready.
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I guess it spreads.
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Who caused it?
suicidal ideation talk probably ongoing intermittently here forever
Most people spend forever looking for the other half of themselves, don't they? But I found mine when I was only eleven, and he was the same. We were the same. But when we were sixteen, we tried to go away with each other, and nobody would let us. Every single person in our lives worked to stop us. Even the ones who were supposed to love us, and we didn't have so many of those.
Having your other half torn away is
Hard. For lack of a better word. So I wanted to die, and I felt like I was dying
But nobody would let me do that, either.
cw: just a lot of messed up stuff wow these two
[ Not for being alive, not for having people who supposedly love her. For knowing who completes her being, as much hurt as it's caused. ]
I understand.
She was taken from me as well. My other half.
I almost died for her. I needed her to die for me too, so we could be reborn. Together, the way we were meant to always be. But she wouldn't let me.
[ That's why Liv left him, after his psychotic break and attempted murder-suicide. Now Alaric knows: he only gets to die when she tells him to. Ma mort, he calls her, when they're alone. ]
Do you think that's mad?
normal people with normal levels of attachment that's all!!!
No.
And if it is, being separate from the person you belong with is a surefire way to make anyone mad. Sometimes things are so difficult that staying what people think of as sane would be crazier than being crazy.
So we're both alive, even though we didn't want to be. And when that happens, when your plans don't work, it's like,
Now what? Now who am I?
I just let other people decide for me. For a long time.
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[ It is crazy, of course it is. Z̴̲̈e̷̖̼͠p̴̢̄͛h̷̰̋̈́ỉ̵̱̯̈́r̵̜̩̒͌ Alaric knows who he is, he's always known. He's always known.
He's always known.
He's always—
(Seven minutes pass without a reply. He only notices a few seconds after opening his eyes, Eve suddenly wrapped around his arm.) ]
You don't have to do that anymore. Not with me. I promise I'll do the same.
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I promise, too.
Although I have a hard time imagining anyone successfully bossing you around, anyway, it's still
Important, I think. To say. That's the thing I see in what you're talking about, that kind of freedom. Like love without boundaries. Life, too.
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I have this theory, Roza.
That some people are meant for life, others are meant for death. Like an alignment. You find your other half by finding out which of the two you belong with.
We spoke about dying, but I think we both stand on the other side.
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I'd never thought of anything that way, but
Thinking about it, the person I love, I think he would say he's meant for death, and that's part of why we fit. Sometimes that scares me because he'd maybe mean it's finite. We're all finite. But I know he'd be right, deep down.
Everything has a balance. Yin and yang, right? Because it's true. I belong so much to life that it overwhelms me. When you talk about what you've gone through to find your clarity, it gives me a sense that maybe it doesn't have to always be that way?
But some people never find their other half, so they're just out of balance forever.
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Life and death belong together. One has no purpose without the other. What is to be alive if it doesn't end? What is death if nothing came before it?
It doesn't have to overwhelm you. You just have to find more room for it to fit. That's what it is, I think. Your self is telling you it's time to become more. So you're ready.
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I didn't realize I was ready before I came here but
You're right about that. I keep having these strange feelings here, and that must be what it is. Like I'm coming out of my skin, or it isn't big enough. I'd never had it before. I'm ready.
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[ He'll have to talk to Adam. ]
You've given me something to dream about, Roza.
I'll come to you when it's time.