He sat in the corner of his room toiling away on a medium of not metal or alloy, but of wood and reed. Such work kept his mind clouded enough to avoid cross examination sessions with his own psyche. Combing a fine line around the rough etchings of the earlier design into the blank planks of wood grain, it tested his patience but he knew it had to be finished soon... it just had to be.
The previous evenings events weight heavily on Gunther's spiritual triangle, mind, body, and soul. Even in reality that it wasn't happening, there was no shaking his feelings that Alae and he were beginning to drift apart from one another; much like how the grains of sand fall from the two halves of an hourglass, he was slowly sinking feet first. June 1st, 2009 was still a long time away, but the unnerving feeling of being on borrowed time were like a coating of acid on a metal heart.
Nadine's confrontation with him weeks ago, relations had strained to the limits of an imaginary elastic band. And although the tension kept, there were only two options for a band of 3 twigs surrounded by the band... bend or break.
She had asked Gun how devoted he was to Alae... how far he would go; everything in his power to stay with Alae. He hadn't hesitated the slightest in his quip and said he would do anything he possible could to support his family... even in the event that he had lost their love. Nadine loved Alaemnah too, and it was clear she was capable of doing many things to be with her. He couldn't help but wonder if Nadine's love for Alae was stronger than his.
Pain brought him from mental limbo.
He had knicked his thumb slightly with a sharpened chisel as he whittled down into the surface of the board. Wiping blood, he took a moment to remove the splinter with a set of pliers he had kept in his toolbox.
Brutin had often said that this tug of hearts between Alae, Nadine, and Gunther was doomed to leave someone heartbroken, crushed, and defeated. Was it true love? Something real and tangible? He wanted to defy the odds, he had been doing that for a better portion of his life. But why? Why risk so much?
It was an obligation to his family, and thus the reason he reverently worked toward completing the crib for his future child.
In the 55 years that Gun had lived, the soundtrack which played along with the story of his lifetime had changed with the passing of history and culture. From the early days of rock, to the psychedelic acid that was the Vietnam error... the tune that played in Gun's chambers from his radio was heard and seen by the crack in doorway by a pair of innocent eyes... the song was Apologize by One Republic.
Now Playing... Apologize - One Republic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_3XRx8EnuI
The previous evenings events weight heavily on Gunther's spiritual triangle, mind, body, and soul. Even in reality that it wasn't happening, there was no shaking his feelings that Alae and he were beginning to drift apart from one another; much like how the grains of sand fall from the two halves of an hourglass, he was slowly sinking feet first. June 1st, 2009 was still a long time away, but the unnerving feeling of being on borrowed time were like a coating of acid on a metal heart.
Nadine's confrontation with him weeks ago, relations had strained to the limits of an imaginary elastic band. And although the tension kept, there were only two options for a band of 3 twigs surrounded by the band... bend or break.
She had asked Gun how devoted he was to Alae... how far he would go; everything in his power to stay with Alae. He hadn't hesitated the slightest in his quip and said he would do anything he possible could to support his family... even in the event that he had lost their love. Nadine loved Alaemnah too, and it was clear she was capable of doing many things to be with her. He couldn't help but wonder if Nadine's love for Alae was stronger than his.
Pain brought him from mental limbo.
He had knicked his thumb slightly with a sharpened chisel as he whittled down into the surface of the board. Wiping blood, he took a moment to remove the splinter with a set of pliers he had kept in his toolbox.
Brutin had often said that this tug of hearts between Alae, Nadine, and Gunther was doomed to leave someone heartbroken, crushed, and defeated. Was it true love? Something real and tangible? He wanted to defy the odds, he had been doing that for a better portion of his life. But why? Why risk so much?
It was an obligation to his family, and thus the reason he reverently worked toward completing the crib for his future child.
In the 55 years that Gun had lived, the soundtrack which played along with the story of his lifetime had changed with the passing of history and culture. From the early days of rock, to the psychedelic acid that was the Vietnam error... the tune that played in Gun's chambers from his radio was heard and seen by the crack in doorway by a pair of innocent eyes... the song was Apologize by One Republic.
Now Playing... Apologize - One Republic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_3XRx8EnuI