"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, and it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."
- Louis de Bernières
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Lincoln Loud lied in his bed. Thinking of her.
he remembers the day he was a slave to her. A slave to her love. No, it wasn't loving, He was nothing but a toy to her.
At the age of 11, she came to his house for the first time. She and his older sister Lori were working on a project that would last for three weeks. The first week was when he felt it.
Lincoln felt her cold and sultry gaze burn holes in the back of my head.
when he turned to look at her she never broke eye contact. She smiled at him, a smile that would make any pubescent boy begin to feel hot, her gaze felt like the gazes of the porn stars he would watch at late night to release the stress that he had felt.
for that week no pornstars gaze could make Lincoln feel the heat all around his body, could make his heart beat fast, or that sudden rush of euphoria when he released my seed.
No, it was the gaze of Carol Pingry that turned the boy on. This went on for about the first week, and over that week Carol began to talk to the other siblings, but she began to talk to Lincoln most, or so he told himself.
He could not tell if this was all in his head. a wet fantasy. Did she really look at him and talked to him because she liked the young boy. Lincoln began to feel the aching of his heart when she left.
The second week went came and Carol began to find a reason to suddenly talk to the boy.
She would pretend to walk in his room by accident, and of that sort.
However, during Sunday, she and Lori were having a sleepover at our house. Lincoln stayed up late on his phone and played the games on the phone as well as read any comics that were online. Suddenly he heard the door open and there she was. Carol Pingery. his Angel.
She slowly approached the bed, He could recount her words
she told him that she saw him staring at her, saw Lincoln undressing her with his eyes.
He told her that he was sorry and that he won't do it again
she pouted and said she wanted him to look at her, but most of all she wanted the boy to touch her.
Carol put her hand on his pants and he remembered those words she whispered in his ear with her hot breath.
"Can I touch you?" She asked
"Yes" he replied
"Will you touch me?" She asked
Lincoln nodded
"will you worship me?" She asked
Lincoln nodded
"Am I your Angel?" She asked
"yes" Lincoln replied
She slid her hands down his pants. her grip was soft yet it sent chills through the boys body.
God, it felt good.
She stroked soft and gentle and with each tug, he felt himself getting closer to releasing his seed within her hand. Eventually, the wave of euphoria had shot through Lincoln's body and he was frozen in pure ecstasy.
Carol removed her hand from his pants and his seed was in her hand, she licked it off her fingers like it was a sauce that had spilled on her fingers.
For years he worshiped her.
For years he touched her.
For years he treated her like he would any girl that he would be in love with, but she changed, she slept around and began abusing him, kicking him and telling him that he was nothing, that he was meaningless to her.
He finally realized what he was.
A Pig
He was her pig for fucking.
she never loved him and he was still that 11-year-old naive boy that believed loved was real.
He fell
But he wasn't going to fall alone...
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He put his hands around her throat and pushed her against the wall and felt her hands try and claw his face.
He heard her gasping for air as his hands squeezed tighter around her neck. he looked at her, he looked her dead in the eye and her body went limp.
Limp as a doll.
He saw the light leave her eyes.
She was no Angel in the darkness
She was a devil in the daylight...
Lincoln slept that night.
Knowing that the Illusion he lived was broken...
but that was fine...
There was still plenty of Love...
Or at least more Illusions of the emotion...