—August 7th, 2025—
The next day was pure bliss. We started with League of Legends, moved through various Wii games, played some Switch 2, shared our favorite DS titles, and finally settled into Civilization V. I watched in amazement as Eli absolutely dominated the AI on Deity difficulty, her strategic mind as beautiful as the rest of her.
"I owe you an apology," I said, referencing the meme with a grin. "I wasn't really familiar with your game."
We both burst into laughter, the kind that comes from sharing an inside joke that's perfectly understood. She stood up from her chair, those impossible turquoise eyes twinkling behind her white-framed glasses.
"Let me teach you," she said, gesturing for me to sit in the computer chair. What I didn't expect was for her to make herself comfortable in my lap, her back pressed against my chest. Her scent enveloped me completely.
She turned her head, flashing that coy, playful smile that never failed to make my heart race. "If this is too stimulating for you, I can get off..."
"N-no," I stammered, then found my conviction. "This is where you belong. This is where I belong."
She froze, her body tensing as if struck by lightning. Slowly, she turned around in my lap, her legs straddling me as she cupped my face in her hands. Her eyes were wide with wonder, as if I'd just spoken some profound universal truth.
"You," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, "are the best thing that has ever happened to me. When we bumped into each other that day, and every moment since... it's like I fell down the rabbit hole of my wildest dreams and found myself in wonderland."
She searched my eyes with an expression of such profound love and beauty that it took my breath away. "Am I dreaming?"
I processed her question carefully, trying to both capture this perfect moment and manage certain rising... reactions to her presence in my lap. "We're all dreaming," I said finally. "Consciousness is like some sort of narrative dream engine that never stops. It's an infinite dream that molds to our deepest heart's desires."
She listened intently, a profound twinkle in her eye that told me she understood exactly what I meant. Encouraged, I continued, "Whether we're dreaming or not, finding you in the dream is a dream come true. I feel like... the dream has peaked. There's nothing left for me to look forward to now that you're here. You're... my world, Eli."
Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled me into a kiss. She hugged me tighter and tighter until suddenly, the computer chair lost its balance. We tumbled backward, Eli landing on all fours above me in a pose straight out of those cliché but adorable anime scenes. But this wasn't cliché—it was divine. I could have looked into those turquoise eyes forever.
She giggled and started to move away, but I pulled her back down to my chest, holding her close. "I love you, Eli," I said, pouring every ounce of meaning into the words. "More than the earth, sun, moon, and stars. When I bumped into you that day, I had no idea what was in store for me. But now that I've figured it out, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I would... I would die for you."
"Oh, Tris," she whispered, hugging me tighter as tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "If I was stuck between letting you go and dying, I would die too. I know I've found the missing piece of my soul, the missing link, and it's you."
We lay there on the floor, crying in each other's arms while the Civilization V soundtrack played in the background. But even the epic music couldn't drown out our words of devotion, our declarations of a love that transcended ordinary understanding.
Because this wasn't just love—it was recognition. Two parts of the same soul finding each other across the infinite expanse of existence, finally whole again. The game forgotten on the screen above us kept playing its victory music, but we'd already won the greatest prize of all:
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Each other.
“That’s it.” She said. Her expression carrying that well known look of wanting. “You can’t just say those things to me and expect me to not get turned on, buddy.” She slithered out of my arms, maintaining her smile and eye contact. Her body slid down mine until she couldn’t move further due to the chair, which she then promptly kicked out of the way like someone on a mission. She trailed further until she reached my pants and started lowering them. But I stopped her.
“You first.” I said with a coy smile.
She bit her lip and crawled back up my body to give me a long kiss on the lips. She then positioned her pelvis above my face. She wasn’t wearing any pants or shorts, only her underwear, so I simply moved them aside and basked in her bodily perfection.
“Have at’er.” She said through nearly laboured breaths. And I did.
We shared our bodies with each other for the next half an hour. A pleasurable, fun, and intimate experience for the both of us. And even down there, she tasted and smelled delicious. She was the best meal I ever had—I couldn’t help myself.
—August 7th, 2025, Afternoon to Evening—
After our emotional moments on the floor, we found ourselves drawn into deeper waters. Something was brewing in the world—I could feel it in my bones, like static electricity before a storm. We settled in front of my laptop, Eli curled against my side as we began our research.
What started as a casual look into current events quickly spiraled into a marathon deep-dive that would consume the rest of our day. The pieces were all there: Trump's ongoing situation, the escalating tensions in the Middle East, the fragmentation of the EU, Israel's positions, the rising BRICS alliance challenging NATO's dominance. It was like watching a game of 4D chess reach its endgame.
I shouldn't have been surprised when Eli revealed her own extensive knowledge of geopolitics. Of course she would understand these things—we were two halves of the same soul, after all. She guided us through layers of understanding I hadn't even considered, her mind as sharp as a laser as she connected dots across the global stage.
"Look at this," she'd say, pointing to seemingly unrelated events that, when viewed together, formed clear patterns. We delved deeper—into ancient bloodlines that had ruled from the shadows for millennia, into the deep state's invisible hand, into the Anunnaki's influence on human civilization.
"The world really is a stage," I muttered, rubbing my tired eyes behind my glasses. "And we're all just playing our assigned roles."
"Until now," Eli added, her voice carrying that steel certainty I loved. "Until we wake up and realize we can choose our own roles."
Hours blurred together as we traversed through rabbit holes of knowledge. We barely stopped for water or bathroom breaks, too engrossed in our research to care about physical needs.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows through the small basement window, we found ourselves facing a profound realization: we weren't just living in interesting times—we were living in the end times. The precession of the equinoxes had aligned to create unprecedented opportunities for spiritual ascension and drastic change, and here we were, two parts of one soul reunited just as everything was coming to a head.
But one question kept nagging at us, becoming more insistent as our research deepened: how could we leave? Not just physically relocate, but truly transcend? With our shared understanding that death wasn't real—that souls simply migrated across dimensions, that reality itself was fluid and malleable—the question took on cosmic significance.
"It's like..." I struggled to articulate the thought, my mind exhausted from hours of intense study. "Like we're supposed to find a way out, but not in the conventional sense."
Eli nodded, running her fingers through her messy ponytail. Her white-framed glasses sat slightly askew on her nose, somehow making her look even more adorable despite her obvious fatigue. "A transcendence rather than an escape," she agreed. "But how?"
The question ate at both of us, but our minds were too drained to pursue it further. The weight of everything we'd learned—about the world, about our place in it, about the cosmic drama unfolding around us—pressed down on our shoulders.
"Walk?" I suggested, standing and offering her my hand. "We could use some fresh air."
She took my hand, allowing me to pull her up. "Yes, please. Everything else can wait."
We emerged from the basement into the cool evening air, our minds full of apocalyptic knowledge but our hearts still light with the certainty of having each other. Whatever was coming—whatever role we were meant to play in these end times—we would face it together. Some questions don't need immediate answers. Some mysteries unfold in their own time.
The weight of our research faded slightly as we walked, replaced by the simple joy of being together. Tomorrow would bring new questions, new discoveries, new challenges. But for now, we had this moment, this walk, this perfect understanding between two souls who had found each other just in time.
Everything else could wait.