Anorexic Cynic.

Two people are telling me to write happy stories, Joy and CELESThamphetamINE. Ok I will try to alright?

Charlie Peterson worked day and night for 42 years as a security officer, he made his home in the basement of the building he took care of. Turning 60, he decided to retire.

As you retire, God only knows how dry life can get. It's like getting married all over again; in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, till death do us part, that kind of bull.

But retirement is totally different, you get married to an unhappy life, till death do you part.

Charlie never married, only to his job.

He killed boredom by taking up an origami class and got instantly, crassly addicted to folding bits of paper.

He got very, very hostile whenever somebody touched his paper art, it sort of gave him a telepathic communication with them, almost an alternate reality.

He talked to them, named them, but merely payed attention to all but one.

Meet Cecil, a paper doll with a glued on skirt cut from a red plastic bag, a smiley face drawn in pencil, with freckles and glued on hair from string.

He developed a crass addiction to Cecil, he thought it could talk back to him, she went whereever he did, she became his best friend.

Her beauty was an artform, a handicraft of his desire; a paper mannequin forged to transcend his reality. He believed she was real, just as how you would believe santa was real when you were a kid.

As volumous as how one would fall in love, he crafted her out of multitudes of cigarette paper, out of boredom and unintention.

Those around him woed him about his condition, but soon fell silent, but all he ever wanted was to fall in love, and he finally did.

He spent whereever, whenever with her, all night and all day. He took her to theme parks, parks, restaurants where he sat her at the empty seat and ordered food for her, he sang her songs, bought her flowers and spent nights with her lying down in dark fields watching starless skies hover above them.

All he ever wanted from her was to marry her.

Through her, he found solace, he found balance, everything he sought out in life was accomplished through her, she was his pillar of strength, or so he thought.

He loved her without reason, without cause. He loved her more than what it had already meant, he loved her too much.

He loved her so much to a point of indulgence where nothing else mattered.

All this went on for 5 years.

It's funny really, how when one grows older, they act exactly how they did when they were younger, it's almost as if she was the capital of his reality.

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