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So Dad helped me edit the intro to Eve again. Not much difference in the big things, just clearer
It’s a bit frightening. How people society tells you are dirty, wrong, sinful, can draw you in without you realizing it. It’s only after it’s all over, and when you’re alone with your thoughts, that you can actually reflect on what happened and wonder if you really could have made all those ‘right’ choices everyone said you should.
Of course those people are concerned only for your safety, or at least 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 to me. By breath, by words, by the ‘disgusting’ things we did.
Yet there was more. The love – I refuse to call it obsession or lust as they wish me to – I felt for Eve affected her as well. If it affected her for better or worse I can’t 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 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. She was and will be completely human.
I’m not sure if there’s a lesson to take away from this. If you see one 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 or abnormal by the end, that’s your call. I’m not going to try and force 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 can’t and won’t let her be forgotten.
Before we begin, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Aaron, I’m a writer-slash-journalist, whatever you want 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 would 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 people society tells you are dirty, wrong, sinful, can draw you in without you realizing it. It’s only after it’s all over, and when you’re alone with your thoughts, that you can actually reflect on what happened and wonder if you really could have made all those ‘right’ choices everyone said you should.
Of course those people are concerned only for your safety, or at least 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 to me. By breath, by words, by the ‘disgusting’ things we did.
Yet there was more. The love – I refuse to call it obsession or lust as they wish me to – I felt for Eve affected her as well. If it affected her for better or worse I can’t 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 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. She was and will be completely human.
I’m not sure if there’s a lesson to take away from this. If you see one 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 or abnormal by the end, that’s your call. I’m not going to try and force 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 can’t and won’t let her be forgotten.
Before we begin, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Aaron, I’m a writer-slash-journalist, whatever you want 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 would be thrown into the real world that year. I just didn't know I'd smack into it so fast and so hard.