The Irony Of Seduction [fiction]

He lay still. He wasn’t thinking and definetly no motion. Well you could hear the heart beat, so I suppose he was still alive. Crazed, mixed and complexed thoughts could never be defined as thinking for it was not in his conscious at all, but they were pouring through him. The fear of being alone was pulsating like he had never felt before. He woke up from him unconscious death with a sudden thrill and vengenance. Well that momentum died suddenly with him just like that loud techno music from his ipod. Vengenance could never be applied to this character and the thrill just faded with his sudden realization of being alone. He did not want to be here but that was a total lie. This is the only place he wanted to be but his cocky pride as usual was being a bureaucratic obstacle. Questions were raising after a long period of time in his head about his – future, life, ambitions but mostly her. A week ago, she was a different form, a different being. Confused, so was he. Imagine my confusion writing this part of the story. He laughed, knowing consciously he just had a crack at himself in his brain, and then continued typing this post. He had to admit something – this whole post is an irony of seduction.