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love, explained in the most ruthless language, is just a chemical reaction between a man and a woman. This really sucks out all the love and affection in love, and finally picks out a dry substance called dopamine that specifically controls human lust. It is impossible to imagine that the romance, nobility, and wisdom in love are actually the result of chemical action. There is really no excuse for the cruelty of science and the stripping of emotions. But the person who admits that dopamine is the culprit of love, and strongly denies that the heart-to-heart bond in encounter and acquaintance, and complete self-forgetfulness is the truth of love, must have not met the person who made you fall into inability to extricate yourself for it, and go crazy for it to the point that your body is completely broken. nemesis.
Her charming eyes are captivating, and her deep pupils seem to be sucking people into a spiral. A mole on the corner of her eye is her most provocative act, dancing with her brows, her heart and soul have been hooked since then. Her body emerges from the back light of the sun, a bit mysterious, a bit sacred; her curves are like the soft moonlight, which is intoxicating. She is a work of art, the original extraordinary things, obtained by accident. The mortals were afraid to blaspheme her, but her seductive limbs always seduced and tempted mortals to blaspheme her.
She is Helena, the source of evil.
Doctor Nick has been flooded with dopamine at lightning speed since his one-night affair with Helena. Nick choked and has been stuck in it ever since. He thinks of her day and night, his girlfriend is her during the day, and the person next to his bed is her at night. His life, all of his needs her, not without her, without her! This kind of longing was like the extremely high air pressure that broke his brain, like layers of oil paper pressing on his face, forcing him to suffocate. He needs an outlet, a catharsis. So he ran to the tree in front of Helena's window, peeped at her, fantasized about her.
Fantasy is a terrifying beast, both a solace in madness and a drug addict. The more ferocious it is, the more exciting it is. Nick couldn't help it, and premeditatedly, he invited Helena to a party at his manor. This night, he had no shame and no respect for his dignity, and his lust filled every pore of him, ready to come out. Helena was coming, and he held his breath to search for her figure; Helena had come, all he saw and heard was Helena. Just like the original purpose of this party, girlfriends, friends are all air, just Nick and Helena.
Greed is the most poisonous of all poisons, and very few people can resolve it by themselves, let alone those who are already poisoned. Nick wanted Helena to stay forever, so he sawed off the legs she used to escape; Nick wanted to treat her with his life, so he took the hands she used to strangle him. In this way, Helena was finally safe by his side.
Helena sat on a gorgeous chair, surrounded by delicate flowers. Flowers and beauties go hand in hand. It's a pity that the flowers are fake flowers, and the beauty is an empty shell. So cruel, can't imagine it was out of love. Is it okay to face a soulless corpse all day long? The beauty of a flower lies in its vigor, its swaggering posture in the wind, and its smile in the sun. However, once it is held in the warm palm, it is no more than a dead thing, and it will no longer be charming. The human heart is the same. People always think that the most precious things are not obtained and lost, just because their most beautiful side takes root and itch in their hearts for a moment, and they miss it from now on. Just like the natural danger in the world, when mankind conquered it by any means, it has since been lost.
Nick's love for Helena is like the left and right stone walls desperately squeezing the porcelain doll in the middle. The porcelain doll is broken and the stone is deformed. This is the most extreme situation. When people rationally comment on his distortion and brutality, do they think that they are also sinking into the mud inch by inch. When the dopamine fires to invade the brain cells, the limbs and bones are excited like a stimulated bullfight, and they can't control themselves. As everyone knows, Rose has thorns, and the bright moon has no heart. Instead of loving her heartbroken and broken, it is better to use her indifference and ruthlessness, use linear time and impermanent space to run away, stay away from her, and forget her. It is better to never have an unbearable encounter with her in life than to love her so much, just watch her happy and sad from a distance and soberly, and pat her on the shoulder when you can't help yourself, or give her a gentle hug. embrace, and then still walk alone in their own time and space. At least, the trajectory of the two people will never be turned upside down, never twisted and deformed.
09.11.14
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