𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻
Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 46
It started to get light as we lay entwined in each other's arms on the beach of Het Wed. I look at the girl in my arms, and as I look I know that after today I will probably never see her again.
Nancy, the adopted daughter of a famous footballer beautiful copy a bit firm exactly my taste but that's as far as it goes.
That's as far as it goes for me so often. I'm eighteen years old and I've tried everything but it's never good enough. That's certainly not the fault of the ladies, and certainly not the one next to me.
It's me, and maybe Marjolein. Said she initiated me into the insane world of carnal lust. But above all me. Although I have no idea what the cause is.
Now again, when I look at her like that I see no future. I see a contentless shell, not because she has no content. But because she can't offer me any content.
As if I'm looking for a unicorn, for something that doesn't exist. Sometimes temporarily blinded, but at times like these, I see so clearly. And it's not the mind-altering substances that are slowly fading away. This isn't the first time.
It's like I know deep down what I'm not looking for. I mean look, she's cute, smart, sexy, and Daddy's pretty cool too. And what do I see, nothing. I see no reason to be here with her, except for it being a lovely summer night and you had to enjoy yourself somehow.
Of course, I know I'm leaving this city in a few days, but it doesn't even feel like I'm leaving her here.
I just don't understand myself at all. I feel the urge to find her, but every hair I find ends up like Nancy. Despite that I keep searching, hunting, waiting for...?
That's the big question, what am I waiting for? What do these nymphs lack that the one I'm looking for will have? It's not that I'm looking for a woman like my mother, I've had her before without success.
A smart girl? Did that. A girl with and one without experience, been there. I once thought that maybe I secretly do like slim girls but I was afraid to admit it, but one thing is for sure, that is something I will do never again.
I can do nothing but accept the fact that I am a strange bird. One that has been looking for the right nest for ages but seems to keep flying in circles without knowing where to go.
I can already see myself flying the body of a cuckoo with my head on it.
Then I sigh deeply, I am thinking too much. Maybe this is just very normal eighteen-year-old behavior, that is completely controlled by hormones that are out of control without any form of consciousness.
That would be the most clear and simple answer to the question of why I really don't care that I will never see this beautiful Indonesian half-blood again.
I close my eyes and a fresh wind caresses my face. Then I see flames, and on the other side of the flames they are. A man, a boy, and a girl.
I have seen them before, I have been here. But this is not a place from here.
They leave and I follow. I have no choice, I am sucked in and seem to follow her. She is Asian, small, and a bit slim for my taste but she does have hips.
I look away from her hips and see her face, tearful but beautiful. The man comforts her and the boy must be his son because the resemblance is obvious. But he looks nothing like her.
Where have I seen her before, is this a deja-vu thing? Is this because a blood vessel in my brain bursts somewhere and I think this has happened before?
No, I know that deja-vu feeling and this is taking too long. This is too clear, even if I really remember this.
Then I see her, disappointed on a rock in the water. I open my eyes a shot of pain runs through my head and far away I hear "I can't reach him."
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