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[forty one]

Cutting it a shave too close, he dropped the chalk and leaned back on his heals to witness the work he had just displayed on the board for the world to see. The pupils of the world would marvel at his brilliance, at his intelligently crafted placement of just this and that. No one appreciated him now, up until now that is, he had just been the quiet one, the lonely one, the introvert. Yeah, hey there world, look at me, I'm about to transform ya'.

And so he enveloped himself in his masterpiece, he licked his own seal and mailed it away to be presented and teared apart by the world. It was an incredible feeling, to actually finish something, and to be proud of something. It was like the ending of a year, on December 31st, waiting at eleven fifty four for that stupid ball to drop and the world to erupt into joyous celebration, laughter, and love. Love. It was something that he had yet to grasp, until now.

Now seemed to be a touchy subject. The time was irrelevant as to when he finished this event, this moment of his life in which his memory would never erase. This blackboard would never be erased. He picked up the erasers and went to the window, holding them shuddering in his hands not wanting to leave his love for too long, opened it, and chucked them far away. What would the teachers say then? When they realised he had figured it, he had done it, he had proved them all wrong.

He surveyed his work for a moment longer, holding back a cough as to not ruin the intense sensation that he was feeling as he realised: this was his dream. His dream, had just, come true. Mind. Blown.

Although no saying, no jargon, no calamity of changing generation discourse could ever even begin to pronounce properly his feelings. there was nothing inside that erupted when he saw it, it was more like a slow, rolling. This rolling was slow at first and continued to climb until, although he was standing completely still in a classroom at six in the morning, his inside seemed to burst and stream away from his body.

He had done it.

Looking lovingly at his work, he went to leave the room, not before he rearranged the chalk on the ledge. It had always been habit, and now was no time to break tradition. He had just rivalled brilliance, rivalled nobel, rivalled the world, and had conqueared with a bang. A silent, unwitnessed bang. That bang echoed until he realised as he was leaving, that nothing would be the same again. He was changed, life was changed. His love had changed the world, his world, their world was no longer the same no longer able to be stable or unable to continue changing. He had done this.

He had done this. He knew he could do this, and he did.

February 10, 2011 - Jess :]