First things first, it’s been a while since I last wrote a story. Secondly, This story has absolutely nothing to do with my life but just, you know, fruits of my wild imagination. Lastly I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I loved writing it. Warning: This story is not for people who detest love stories that are hard to understand.
Opposites had never seemed to attract, or so it seemed in Abby’s life. It was always the popular kids together with the other popular kids. The hunk of the level with the dame of the school. Or either it was the nerds together with other nerds. The guy who played way too many video games with the girl who watched too much anime. In Abby’s life, there was no couple that were complete opposites -they all just ostensibly fitted each other that of the way sweaters fitted you to your every tiny bend instead of loosely draping themselves over your body. And all these snug lovebirds held loving hands in the school hall and walked on by with shoulders wound around each other’s necks. And Abby smiled, knowing there was no way she could ever meet someone who would fit her in that certain way, because no one was really like her at all. And opposites do not attract in Abby’s life, remember? Abby was always wandering around in the abyss of her own thoughts, and the ground through which her thoughts fall into runs a thousand feet underground. She was a despairing thinker – her mind always caught up in knots of her numerous, rampant thoughts. To sum it up, she thought deeply about everything. Everything, no matter how infinitesimal, mattered to her. Everything, no matter how important, took up a space in her maze-filled brain. And if John Green were to know her, he would certainly name her a walking hurricane, only that the hurricane’s in her mind and her mind, was well… her.
Craig was very much the opposite. Never probing too much, never needing to too anyway. He thought on the surfaces of things like minute waterbugs skimming through thin water surfaces, with no intention of diving deep down into mysterious lairs. He was carefree and unenclosed in his own world of thoughts. He laughed genuinely every time someone told a bad joke and he never held second thoughts on what a simple word like “thirsty” would mean. To him, English and all its vocabulary components each only had one definition and he didn’t really bother about the other more interesting definitions behind words with multiple meanings. To Craig, his whole life was bounded around the principle of being simple, staying simple and just, pretty much everything simple.
And then he met Abby.
He was caught off-guard by how strangely her soul seemed to linger in so many different places that were invisible to the human eye. And she was bewildered by the airy nature of his being that she could never seem to grasp.
And just like that, their friendship began. A small little candle flame initially, but cracking sparklers at hindsight. And months of mutual smiling and a little bit of hand holding led to a day beside the lake of a park, surrounded by nothing by the smell of freshly-cut grass and illuminated by the reflection of the moon shining down upon the lake.
“You’re a funny person,” Abby said finally, after moments of queer silence with both of them staring into the dark.
“You’re pretty funny too,” Craig replied, “but… what’s your reason for me being funny to you?”
“You’re never plagued by the things that make me constantly worried throughout the whole course of life, and you’re everything I could never be. Genuine, confident and just… carefree. It’s like you’re some bird or something, everything just seems too easy for you. It never was easy for me, and it never will be. And I hope you know that, I really admire you for that.”
Craig shot Abby the same longing look she threw at him. “It’s funny how you’re saying this to me because…”, Craig runs his fingers through his hair nervously, “I am kinda amazed by you. Amazed by the way you move through life like a storm, so fierce and filled with so much energy. I just get kind of amazed every time I look at you. It’s like I’m at a 3D Cinema, watching a 3D movie, wearing my 3D glasses and just not seeming to get bored of the movie at all. It’s like I don’t wanna leave even though I don’t get the plot of the movie, or the twist it presents me. I just want to stay, to unravel its meaning, to understand the movie and even till then, I know the movie will never bore me, it will just give me more reasons to stay.”
Abby looked down and smiled, for she finally felt what those couples had probably felt at a single point of time. She felt beatific, almost complete. And Craig felt a load off his chest, knowing that what he wanted to say to Abby all along was finally out, out of his narrow shapeless mind.
“You don’t care if the movie is gonna change what you think? That it’s gonna take away how you see things as now? That it’s going to complicate your life and send it into a spinning maelstrom? You really really don’t?” Abby finally managed to spell out, when the feeling of happiness slowly spread around her beating heart evenly.
“Well, then breathe fire into my bones.” Abby smirked.
Craig scrunched his face up and said, “Breathe fire into your bones? What/s that supposed to mean? I’m not some sort of dragon, you know.”
Abby threw her head back and laughed hysterically.
“Oh boy, and you’re just on the start of the ride. Are you gonna give up soon?”
Craig shot her a dead stare after realising what she meant. “No way, never going to and never will. You know I will stay. I will stay until I unlock all your mysteries and I will stay even after that. Never, ever, going to leave. Never.”
And her head rested on his broad shoulders and all through the night, they breathed fire into each other’s bones and together,
they were opposites. Opposites melted together into molten lock and key.
Maybe opposites do attract after all.