ahem.
once upon a time, two existed as one.
ebb and flow. moon and sun. brother and sister.
their coexistence sustained a hideous cycle of hatred. as with any entropic state of being, it would naturally come apart. or, as she stood over her own corpse, so she thought.
but the cycle would not end, even in death.
and so she alone inherited reserves of hatred in an ocean of loneliness with no one to share her vast riches with but herself.
she would hide. but really, she would search. for him. the receptacle cosmically deserving of her black fixation.
emptiness, emptiness, emptiness. she became so empty in her search that she swallowed up the universe. all of the joy, sorrow, friendship, and loss that she swallowed could not fill her. she swallowed things she had never known, things she could not know. and still, they could not fill her.
get your damn loneliness out of me...i dont give a shit how you feel...
she found him. she swallowed him.
and still, emptiness.
i said get out...nobody wants to hear your gross story about wanting to fuck your brother you damn bitch...
never again would two exist as one. only a hole in the center of the world.

that is where my story should have ended.
and then you swallowed me.
and i, my black heart and deep well of nothingness, all vanished.
then why arent you fucking gone yet?
inside myself where before those things had writhed, new feelings became available to me.
new, strange emotions unknown to my kind.
emotions that seem the antithesis to my very nature.
uh...
suddenly, i had found my other half.