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Eve: The New Intro
Yep, everyone who has given me an opinion so far decided on 1st person. And Vincent's name has changed. So...umm, yeah here.
It’s a bit frightening. How some people, people who society tells you are dirty and wrong and sinful, can draw you in without you realizing it. It’s only after it’s all over when you’re alone with your thoughts that you can actually reflect on what happened and you wonder if you really could have made all those ‘right’ choices everyone said that you should.
Of course those people are only concerned for your safety, or at least they say they are. I’m not really sure what their purposes are for keeping you from straying to the underworld. Maybe the realization that their world isn’t the only one, their way isn’t the only way. Maybe they’re afraid of the new thoughts and feelings you may gain from this dark place.
Whatever the reason, when it came to what happened with Eve, they couldn’t think beyond how she was affecting me. I was becoming immoral, sinister, sick. As if Eve had some malady of the spirit that had been passed on to me. By breath, by words, by the ‘disgusting’ things we did. Who knows what they thought?
Yet there was more. My love – I refuse to call it obsession or lust as they wish me to – for Eve affected her as well. If it affected her for better or worse, I cannot say. You’d have to get to her for that.
I can only tell you things from my experience. Some events are skewed, changed, twisted; because this is what our minds do to memories, especially the painful ones.
However, I will not paint her as a fallen angel as I saw her during that time. Nor will I make her the demon they wanted to make her out to be. She was and will be human.
I’m not sure if there’s a lesson to take away from this. If you see one for yourself, great. If not, that’s fine too.
It’s just a story. A tale of two lives of two seemingly normal people. If you think we were normal by the end, or abnormal, that is your call. I’m not going to try and force any of my views on you. I’d be no better than them if I did that. I’m just going to tell you what I have to, because I cannot and will not let her be forgotten.
Before we begin, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Aaron, I’m a writer or journalist or whatever you wish to call me. I tell people’s stories. Like Eve’s.
I’m twenty-four, and at the time I met Eve I was twenty. Just starting college. I knew I was going to be thrown into the real world that year. I just didn't know I'd smack into it so fast and so hard.
It’s a bit frightening. How some people, people who society tells you are dirty and wrong and sinful, can draw you in without you realizing it. It’s only after it’s all over when you’re alone with your thoughts that you can actually reflect on what happened and you wonder if you really could have made all those ‘right’ choices everyone said that you should.
Of course those people are only concerned for your safety, or at least they say they are. I’m not really sure what their purposes are for keeping you from straying to the underworld. Maybe the realization that their world isn’t the only one, their way isn’t the only way. Maybe they’re afraid of the new thoughts and feelings you may gain from this dark place.
Whatever the reason, when it came to what happened with Eve, they couldn’t think beyond how she was affecting me. I was becoming immoral, sinister, sick. As if Eve had some malady of the spirit that had been passed on to me. By breath, by words, by the ‘disgusting’ things we did. Who knows what they thought?
Yet there was more. My love – I refuse to call it obsession or lust as they wish me to – for Eve affected her as well. If it affected her for better or worse, I cannot say. You’d have to get to her for that.
I can only tell you things from my experience. Some events are skewed, changed, twisted; because this is what our minds do to memories, especially the painful ones.
However, I will not paint her as a fallen angel as I saw her during that time. Nor will I make her the demon they wanted to make her out to be. She was and will be human.
I’m not sure if there’s a lesson to take away from this. If you see one for yourself, great. If not, that’s fine too.
It’s just a story. A tale of two lives of two seemingly normal people. If you think we were normal by the end, or abnormal, that is your call. I’m not going to try and force any of my views on you. I’d be no better than them if I did that. I’m just going to tell you what I have to, because I cannot and will not let her be forgotten.
Before we begin, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Aaron, I’m a writer or journalist or whatever you wish to call me. I tell people’s stories. Like Eve’s.
I’m twenty-four, and at the time I met Eve I was twenty. Just starting college. I knew I was going to be thrown into the real world that year. I just didn't know I'd smack into it so fast and so hard.