THE RAINES LAW ROOM, 1:30 AM.
There is a light rain settling upon the city,
Sebastien is absent.
“Love’s an idea, not a feeling. Don’t be so foolish, Ralph.” A drunk and miserable Corinthian spouts, a glass sitting loosely in her right and a cigarette clutched tight between her left hand fingers. “We feel some sort of fictitious… admiration, whereas our mind translates this into some over idealized bullshit…” She pauses. “I-I don’t know where I was going with this.”
Ralph sighs, shaking his head and laughing sourly at the girl. He assists her.“We cannot feel what we fail to understand.”
With a slam of her glass, “Precisely!” Co wails, clapping her hands together. “If I don’t understand that love’s an idea, if I don’t understand the basis and the concept of this simple idea in itself, how am I supposed to feel it?”
“I suppose you have a point there, but don’t you remember… your work? How could one feel the effects of guilt without truly understanding what guilt itself is? He obviously …show more content…
“I suppose I can assist you, if you insist upon it. What’s the issue?”
“No issue at all my friend,” Her heart ceases. She shudders, and picks up her alcohol in attempt to make the discomfort subside. She fails. “I’ve found myself faced with benevolent possibilities.” He lifts his hand and paints towards the sky. “Think, heaven on earth. Elysian fields of magnified beauty. Happiness doused in gasoline and heated yet… never truly lit. Just the possibilities. The temptation.”
Co smiles. His words remind her of a time when The Sun was his favorite sight. When the boy basked in the light rather than hid from it. He sounds… not happy, but elevated. It pleases her. “I’m willing to help. That is, if you do something for me.”
“Something such as
There is a light rain settling upon the city,
Sebastien is absent.
“Love’s an idea, not a feeling. Don’t be so foolish, Ralph.” A drunk and miserable Corinthian spouts, a glass sitting loosely in her right and a cigarette clutched tight between her left hand fingers. “We feel some sort of fictitious… admiration, whereas our mind translates this into some over idealized bullshit…” She pauses. “I-I don’t know where I was going with this.”
Ralph sighs, shaking his head and laughing sourly at the girl. He assists her.“We cannot feel what we fail to understand.”
With a slam of her glass, “Precisely!” Co wails, clapping her hands together. “If I don’t understand that love’s an idea, if I don’t understand the basis and the concept of this simple idea in itself, how am I supposed to feel it?”
“I suppose you have a point there, but don’t you remember… your work? How could one feel the effects of guilt without truly understanding what guilt itself is? He obviously …show more content…
“I suppose I can assist you, if you insist upon it. What’s the issue?”
“No issue at all my friend,” Her heart ceases. She shudders, and picks up her alcohol in attempt to make the discomfort subside. She fails. “I’ve found myself faced with benevolent possibilities.” He lifts his hand and paints towards the sky. “Think, heaven on earth. Elysian fields of magnified beauty. Happiness doused in gasoline and heated yet… never truly lit. Just the possibilities. The temptation.”
Co smiles. His words remind her of a time when The Sun was his favorite sight. When the boy basked in the light rather than hid from it. He sounds… not happy, but elevated. It pleases her. “I’m willing to help. That is, if you do something for me.”
“Something such as