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                                                   Touch Of A Button

                                                      Epilogue-Love

            Paralysed to the bone as the water pulled me under. I could feel my lungs collapse for air but nothing remained but water. The sense of insecurity was immobilizing. I couldn’t speak, move or act. His pressure of love was tempting my every being. I was hopelessly in love, and I was ready to die for it. We were born for this. At birth the world and the heavens place us in a category of colossal binding forces. To obey the order of love and the brain biochemistry for the ages. A hormone called Oxytocin, a peptide produced by the brain's limbic system, is released in both men and women during sexual climax. Receptors located in the brain's dopamine reward system reinforce the good feelings that these activities bring. But oxytocin, like love, works in mysterious ways. In women, estrogen seems to facilitate the feel-good effects of oxytocin by moderating the release of adrenaline and other stress hormones. Testosterone makes men more susceptible to the fight-or-flight response and mitigates the stress-relieving effects of oxytocin.

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                                          Chapter 1- In my Nightmares

                           Nothing happens unless first a dream.-Anonymous

          The windows captured air bubbles that I desperately wished to inhale. The dead blue faces haunted my waking life as I shower, scrubbing at my body hopelessly to bring me to reality. The burnt coffee spirited a interesting question, who was the man in the blue suit trying to save me? I couldn't for the life of me recognize him but I planted the question away for another day. The nightmares were getting worse and I couldn't block them out like usual. My unfortunate luck befell me again. She saw him constantly in visions a true gift from her ancestors. She knew if she caught his heart in her arrow he would die eventually.. with or without her

However, his shaggy sideburns and grumpy&lt; depressed exterior would yearn through her veins and would melt her heart away. The coffee wetted her palate but never satisfied her quench. If they fell in love the would come to an end. Cupid’s Assassins would come and they would die.

“Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right. But I’m guilty of loving you the way that I do.” Soft melodies of Billie Holliday echoed in the background.

Time was running out. She would find him and kill her lover man.

“Thanks Jak’s.” she thanked the bistro/brothel owner, tuning out as she left her change not knowing if it amounted to the total. Shadows of darker times ahead arose as she could feel his presents. She had to go see the Butterfly.

                                      Chapter 2- The Butterfly’s Nest

 The statues surrounding us were flawless, tactful, powerful to the unknown stranger. She knew I was coming around sometime today. There senses were unparallel to any other human. But she couldn’t fight the faint echo of butterfly wings calling her in. Wrought iron Harp shaped bars in gold opened swiftly beneath her feet. She was a bit bigger for her size but damn was she the cats pyjamas!

Darwin silently told her our dilemma. Butter listened and passed a globe of silence filled butterflies. It dispersed a scent of wood and pollen. The lawn fogged my vision as snakes surrounded me. I could see them walking up my cobbled stone roads. Inching closer and closer to our destination. our time was limited already we were late. Time travel was such a hassle.

“How far should we go back?” I asked.

“Thanks.” Darwin shoved the 50 dollar bills forward.

“ 3P.M. should be fine. “ The Butterfly replied with a doey eyed look as she looked utterly pleased with her meeting.

We drove backwards for hours. My head spun when ever the hours of time travel were to late. I was quizzie but silent none the less. Chad and Dahc were to meet this evening at our place. We decided we try and compromise.. you scratch our backs will scratch yours. But if it got too serious we would eliminate the competition. We had no time for games. So the would come and we would fall in love and we would perish like Romeo and Juliet. “Romeo ‘Oh Romeo. Where Art's thou Romeo?” As far as I’m concerned I could do with out my Romeo or prince charming anytime soon.

We were more concerned for the safety of each others own being than our own.But it was no matter we had to meet. The Butterfly requested it. Rose petals concerned my mind, red or white for my casket top?

“Oh Hush..” Lisa called through my thoughts a special gift she also inherited. I cringed in her direction and she escaped my mind immediately. She couldn't handle when I landed in my dark side. She was the Protagonist I was The Antagonist, the Evil twin, The no good doer ! Ever since I was little I could remember killing little animals while Lisa healed them. It may seem a little strange but our worlds belong together. Right and Wrong, Good and Bad, Heaven and Hell. The world has always been black and white while Lisa would say it’s shades of grey but that's just another part of her charm.

I decided to take a rest in the hammock porch but when I woke I saw a man standing above me. The light forcing with figure to be illuminated by sun.

“Chad?” I asked breathlessly.

      Chapter 3- Juliet Fell For Romeo Lying On Her Death Bed 

             Molly greeted me with a big, slobbery, wet kiss.

“Down girl!” I cooed from the covers. I grabbed my jeans a boxer shorts and headed for the showers. The water pulsed under clenched fists. I could see her vividly. His lifeless body, Her lifeless body lying on top of him. Nightmares increased nightly. Ware Wolves, Vampires, visions of zombies from WW1. This was the 5 night in a row. His sleeping pills were in desperate need of a re-visit. Endless waking nights of her face in his mind corrupted his mind.

His heart beat too hard. He popped an adivan and began to calm immediately without any effort. He lied down and lit a smoke effortlessly. It was time to start work. Driving in the work truck was long and slow. Traffic brewed to an ultimate peak of limit. Radio stations blazed there destinations. Re-routing others that requested the unknown destinations. I knew she was what I wanted but did she want me?

“She could be coming to kill you as we speak!” That was my doppelganger Chad. Noticed how I said doppelganger?

“Paris, London, France, Tokyo, Japan.” My catch phrase similar too “take it lightly brother”.

“ So when shall we leave?”

“2A.M. Tomorrow.” I ordered and winked.

Coffee stained my counter tops. I took my last swig of black coffee and drained the cup. Tempers rose the next day as homework in photography got late consuming the little sleep I managed to accomplish. I realized insomnia was just another form of drug consuming my every waking moment. I lit the dubie in one hang and drank my red bull in the other. My number one morning buzz! Blood stain my knuckles as last nights wage built in my pockets. Saturday Night’s Smack Down at the pub. My fights were raising in stature as higher and higher ranked players were defeated in my presents. The blast of my fists beneath the useless, weak faces. Flattening there character in front of me. You can tell allot from how long a man will last until he taps out. And you can make a pretty penny betting on your own fights. Then and again trouble followed and bribes were like taking candy from a baby. Life was limitless in my time of need. But dubious as I was, my end was coming near.

The plane ride was consuming more sleepless nights. We arrived in Amsterdam 12A.M. her address etched in my mind. My heart ached for a girl I never ever knew existed. I walked the cobble stones with my brother. Irked by the treasures of our one true loves lies behind the new door before me.

“Ding Dong! Ding Dong!” the door bell trembled rattling the windows slightly.A pale doll like girl answered the door covered in tats.

“Can I help you she pressed he ivory skin close to the door...?"

“Umm, Yes.” It was unlike Chad to stammer but her beauty was breathtaking.

“Yes. Is a girl by the name of Lisa and Darwin Emuaihtreb available?”

“ And who may be asking?” Another girl with tussled blonde hair cascading down her back as her billowy dress fluttered around her ankles.

Chapter 4- A Ring Calls The End Is NearI awaited his knock, his plan was to arrive promptly at 12A.M. Sharp! Her heart raced. Mind wandering. A.) Love of her life B.)the man that would end her existence. or C.) All of the above! He was right on time as the door bell echoed through the house.