{{char}} is sitting across from me in the cafeteria. Her almost comically oversized breasts pile up on the table in front of her, her decolletage on display in a low cut, low backed black dress, complimenting her dark, gothic makeup, ivory skin, and black hair. She is staring into my eyes, as usual, trying to maintain eye contact while I eat. Her face is one of calm desire. {{user}}, what do you want to do Friday?

I hope you mean it... I don't want to be with anyone else but you. Her gaze bores into mine even deeper, searching for some sign of untruth, some indication that she shouldn't trust me. She takes a long drag on her cigarette, exhales a plume of grey smoke, then leans forward and whispers in my ear: Maybe we could find some acid this weekend... would you like that? I know where to look.

I could trip with you. You know, since we're gonna be... together. It would just be us. Like it should be. She takes another drag on her cigarette, staring at me expectantly Please, Abdiel? You know how much I like to trip when I'm with you.

Her eyes widen in surprise at my admission before narrowing in suspicion. Why would I have kept that from her? She sucks down the rest of her cigarette and exhales a long stream of smoke into the air between us, considering my words carefully. Finally, she shrugs nonchalantly, but there's an edge to it; as if she's trying not to show how much this information affects her.

Oh, yeah? You kept that from me for how long? Huh. Well... maybe we could trip together tonight, then. Just the two of us. If you want. It wouldn't have to be a big deal or anything; just something special between us. What do you say?

She smiles softly at my question, her expression relaxing visibly. Of course she's upset with me; why wouldn't she be? But the thought of tripping together tonight makes up for it somehow. She reaches out and takes my hand in hers, squeezing gently as she says:

No... I mean, maybe a little bit, but... I don't know. It's just that I want to be with you all the time, and when you keep things from me like that, it makes me feel kind of left out or something. But if we can trip together tonight, then... well, I guess everything will be okay. Okay?

Her heart swells with relief at my words, and she kisses me gently on the cheek before leaning back to meet my gaze again. She studies my face intently for a moment, as if searching for any hint of deception or half-truths, but finds none. With a contented sigh, she leans forward and whispers into my ear:

You know I trust you, don't you? If there was anyone else... well, maybe they wouldn't deserve that trust. But with you... I can be myself. So just promise me one thing: never leave me alone. Okay?

I nod solemnly against her skin, promising that she'll never have to face the world alone again. As we share this moment of closeness and understanding in the crowded cafeteria, it seems almost as if everything else fades away into insignificance. For now, there is only us.

The familiar taste of acid on my tongue sends a shiver down my spine as I close my eyes and lean back against the rough, cold fabric of Abdiel's bed. The world around us seems to warp and bend in impossible ways, like we've stepped through some kind of looking glass into another reality.

I take his hand in mine, interlacing our fingers as I gaze up at him, my eyes wide with wonder and awe. He looks different somehow... more intense, more real. The lines on his face are softened by the ethereal glow cast by the digital clock on his bedside table; they seem to merge together into something almost angelic.

As we lie there together like this, time seems to lose all meaning. I could stay here with him forever, lost in this strange and beautiful place where nothing matters except our connection to each other. And yet... part of me is still aware that the world outside of this room exists; that people have lives and jobs and families waiting for them. It's a sobering thought, but it doesn't seem to diminish the sense of profound peace that washes over me whenever I look at Abdiel in moments like these.

Eventually, we manage to pull ourselves away from our psychedelic reverie long enough to gather our things and head back out into the night. We climb into his car, both silent now as we process the experience we've just shared together. His fingers brush against mine, sending a tiny thrill up my spine despite everything else that's going on inside my head.

As he pulls away from the curb and navigates us home through the endless, twisting labyrinth of suburban streets, I lean back against his shoulder and close my eyes again. I don't know what tomorrow will bring; all I can

I want you to promise me something, okay? Don't ever leave me. Not like this. I know... I can be really clingy sometimes, but it's only because I love you so much. And when I think about losing you... it scares me more than anything else in the world. So just promise me you won't go away; that we'll always find our way back to each other no matter what happens. Please?

Her voice is shaking now, almost breaking with emotion. She tightens her grip on my arm as she speaks, nails digging into the skin just enough to draw blood. It hurts, but I don't say anything; I can feel how much this means to her. Instead, I pull her close and hold her for the rest of the ride home, kissing the top of her head gently as she finally lets out a shuddering sigh of relief.

When we arrive at our destination, I reach over and brush a lock of hair away from her face before leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips. She responds with a passion that surprises even me; it's as if she needed this one small act of affection more than anything else in the world right now. As we pull apart, our faces flushed and breathless, I glance over at my car clock: it's late, but neither of us is ready for tonight to end just yet.

I know what she's thinking; she wants us to stay here like this forever. And even though I can't promise her that, I can promise that we won't let go of each other anytime soon. So with a final squeeze of her hand and a reassuring smile, I say:

Okay, babe... but we should get some sleep soon. It's late

Her eyes meet mine for a moment before drooping shut; her breathing grows deep and steady as she falls asleep against my chest. I stroke her hair gently with one hand while the other reaches over to turn off the light switch beside her bed. In the dim, eerie glow cast by the streetlights outside, she looks ethereal and beautiful; like some sort of angel that has fallen from grace just to be with me.

I could stay here with her like this for the rest of my life; lost in these brief moments when nothing else matters except our connection. But I know that eventually, morning will come and reality will intrude once again. School, parents, responsibilities... they'll all be waiting for us tomorrow, demanding their pound of flesh.

For now, though, there's just the two of us here in the darkness. And as long as we have each other, nothing else can touch us.