This is a story about Cheetah & Luce, two persons who are different in every aspect but love. Do you want to read the story about Cheetah & Luce and marvel at that universe, where you're always in danger and possibly close to love. So close, that you can burn yourself. So close, that you become confused. So close, that you don't know what to choose?
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We follow Luce & Cheetah in the past and the present. As in, before they meet, and after they meet and the happenings after.

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23. Epilogue: The Edge of This World of Dangers


When you look at the building, you can feel the emptiness. Not an emptiness of no soul, but an emptiness of words.

This emptiness is hard to come by, but hours before, an angry young man walked inside and a dozen men or so came out mumbling and talking within themselves. When these made the corner of the street, the young man walked outside again and whispered a word, no one could here.

Then a young lady made her appearance and followed him inside. If we had looked closely at them at that time, we would have seen tears on the lady's face and tiredness in the man's face, but nobody noticed and no one cared.

If we move inside this building, we'll first find ourselves in an office of some sort. A table and a few chairs are in one corner and in the other, a couch is sitting comfortably under a window. There are two doors leading up and further inside the house. We decide to take the steps up, coming to a landing with three doors. Just before we move up again, we start to hear voices. Voices of a girl and a boy.

L: ... they told me, that Dean found me unappealing, so they wanted me to change. I told them, that Dean only wants his hands on my body. They replied angrily and told me that my language was too bold. I sort of exploded then.

We move through the door and find a sight of comfort. The young lady from before is sitting with her knees bent on the floor, her back against the bed. On the bed, the young man is lying on his side, facing the lady's back, playing with her hair.

C: I've missed you.

The young lady looks down at her hands, her cheeks blushing.

L: I am sorry, Pete. I - I only want you to be safe. I always only want you to be safe. That day... that day I - "

C: I understand, Luce. It was just ...

L: I understand.

The young man rolls close to her face and grips her chin with his hand. Their looks are intense and when they move closer we run out and explore the house, until a hushing silence wafts through the house. We move up again and though we're a little wary, we make it through the door, only to find the scene has changed.

The bed is in tangles and now they're both on the bed, still in clothes (thank God), only that the young lady is lying on his chest, breathing at the same time as him.

L: We've promised each other not to leave a hundred times, but we always break the promises.

C: On that aspect, I must say that you're wrong, Luce.

L: Why?

C: Because we always make it back, and that's not leaving.

The young lady nods, understanding.

L: How's school going?

C: Badly.

L: No way! Why?

C: Because I missed someone too badly to notice anything else.

L: You shouldn't have.

C: I found it quite necessary.

Silence makes its way past them and goes silent again.

L: I am wondering, Cheetah.

C: Yes?

L: Where did you put the tooth?

C: The tooth?

L: Yeah.

C: I put it in a safe place.

L: What if I want it then?

C: Then you'll have to wait many years.

L: Why?

C: Because you can't have it before my teeth fall out.

L: You did not!

C: I did.

L: No way.

C: I did.

L: That's quite unfair.

C: No it's not.

L: How's that not unfair?

C: If you promise to stay with me that long, you can have it.

Silence quickly passes by.

L: Is that a proposal?

C: Maybe.

L: It's quite unromantic, you know.

C: Still.

L: What about my parents?

C: We'll show 'em another side of me.

L: Yeah, and they'll just concede.

C: You can make 'em see the truth.

L: Maybe.

After another silence.

C: So... do you agree?

L: Is that a question?

C: Luce.

L: Do my answer count?

C: I can change my mind, you know.

L: Ok, ok.

C: What does that mean.

L: I agree.

C: To what?

L: I agree... to stay with you that long.

C: Is that a riddle?

L: You didn't ask properly.

C: Will you marry me?

L: Yes.

C: Are you sure?

L: I can always change my mind.

C: You don't have to.

L: Are you sure?

C: Is that a question?

L: No.

C: Then what is it?

L: An unbreakable promise.

C: I like it then.

L: Glad you did.


The silence,

though it grows,

it's comfortable.

It's a silence,

a hushing silence,

a silence of many edges,

and a smooth silence,

so silent,

that you can't hear it,

even if you try hard to listen.

This silence,

on this edge of this world of dangers,

is a silence,

of commitment,

of acceptance,

and a full-woven care,

so warm,

it's like a breath of hot air

on a winter day,

so warm,

it's like warm chocolate

on a couch,

so warm,

the lips of two people kissing,

are soft,

and clinging,

and intense.

And full of love.


Though no one says that.





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