The Feeling of Connection

Jonah was lying down on the floor as Sarah was laying on the single couple's bed.

Jonah took the floor since Sarah was with him tonight. He couldn't sleep on the same bed with a supposed 'noble woman'.

Sarah just peeks over her shoulder every few minutes trying to find out what Jonah was thinking about.

They both didn't speak for some time, just laying down trying to go to sleep.

Jonah looks at the door they came from, keeping a lookout as Sarah tried to go to sleep.

Sarah eventually asks an innocent question as she layed on her bed "Are you asleep yet?"

Jonah just responds with "No."

He asks Sarah a question back "Why are you always following me around? I realise you might fancy me, but you can't be in the same room with me. I might get in trouble with the nobles." Jonah says.

Sarah looks at Jonah with open eyes before she explodes into a fit of giggles.

Sarah was holding her back tears as she responds "Silly, do you believe any noble would be in that filthy town!"

Sarah continued laughing as Jonah got a epiphany of his situation. How did he miss that? It was so obvious!

Every single time he's met Sarah, he had always jumped to random conclusions.

Sarah being a noble, Sarah having a boyfriend, Sarah being happier then him...

Him... not being good enough...

Jonah shakes his head from his thoughts "It still doesn't explain why you keep following me." Jonah says, with a slight growl to his voice.

Sarah looks at Jonah with a smile on her face, even though Jonah couldn't see it, she could already see him opening up to her.

Sarah responds with "I just feel a special connection with you. It seems like our lives are connected in a way."

Jonah scoffs "Trust me girl, you don't know a thing about me."

Sarah shakes her head "And you don't know a thing about me."

Then Sarah says "How about we get to know each other then? Let's tell each other something the other doesn't know." Sarah suggests.

Jonah responds with a sneer "I don't want to tell anyone about my life. It's not a happy story."

Sarah shrugs her shoulders "Tell me one person that has a happy story in this world." Sarah says with an aloof look.

Sarah continues with cute pout "Since you're so grumpy I'll start with my story instead. Will you listen?" Sarah asks with some expectation. As if awaiting Jonah's approval.

Jonah didn't say much, but he turns himself around and finally looks at Sarah, face-to-face.

Sarah was laying by her side, her wide hips make a perfect golden ratio on the bed. Staring into Jonah's reddish-brown gaze with her similar ruby violet eyes.

But right now Jonah didn't care about her looks. All he cares about is Sarah's life. He hadn't even realised when, but he kept Sarah on a pedestal. He just didn't want to accept that she could be like him. Something he could reach.

In the flurry of his thoughts all Jonah does is he nods at Sarah. Showing his deep curiosity of how a girl like her could've had a hard a life.

Sarah sees that and smiles gently at Jonah, making him feel something familiar from his heart, that he hadn't felt in the past few years.

Jonah ignores those thoughts and just listens to Sarah's upcoming story.

Sarah sits up from her postion and lays her back on the pillow behind her. Starting off her story "There was a time when me and Damian didn't have to worry. My mom was a beautiful woman but she always kept her face hidden under a brown mask, saying she was horrible to look at for anyone she met. My father was a hardworking man, but he would always argue with our mom about me and Damian. About how hard it was to scrounge up any money with us around."

Sarah's had transformed into a forlorn look as she continued.

"But then everything went to shit." Sarah says.

Jonah's heart stopped. What could've happened? He wanted to know!

Sarah paused for a few moments, as if bringing up this memory in itself was pain.

She the continues on with the story "One day I went out to look for Clenky grass so our mother could make our favourite Clenky soup.

But while I was out my father came back home drunk. He promised us that he would leave all of his bad habits behind a few months ago. But we didn't expect much, he would always go back to them anyway.

I wasn't in the house at the time but my brother Damian was. He was only 14 so had kust started growing into puberty.

I wasn't there at the time. But maybe if I was, my family wouldn't have gone through such a horrible tragedy."

Jonah's heart froze cold. This seemed like any typical sad sob-story but all he could feel was a sense of familiarity. Remembering having the exact same thoughts as when his own tragedy struck him.

Sarah pursed her lips, but she continued on with the story "My father's complaints in the few weeks leading up the event was getting more and more aggresive. He had hit our mother, telling her to whore herself if he didn't get his money.

So eventually I supposed my father just decided it was enough already. I guess he decided he to have fun again, leaving us behind.

But that would have been much more preferable then what he did next."

Sarah curled her legs up, hugging them "Damian told me our father had brought strange men to our house. Asking for compensation from him.

All Damian remembers was our father pointing at him and mom, before he left us behind with the strange men.

Damian said he had heard only one thing "I couldn't find my other girl so just have fun with my wife and boy over there if your into that." as our father turned around and left.

The strange men had ran into the house and taken our mother's mask off. Finally revealing her face.

All Damian remember's after was our mother being constantly raped for hours. Suffocating under the roughness of all of the men that our father brought back home. Beating her into submission every single time she yelled.

Eventually Damian saw our mother die right in front of his eyes. Dying with a dick in her mouth.

The men apparently still played with her corpse a bit longer before they wanted new meat.

Damian was still in the house. Frozen in terror as he saw our mother get raped to death.

So the men used him as they're plaything for the rest of the night. He was a beautiful boy, and they decided to sully him.

But our mother had already tired the men out before they moved to Damian. That's what saved his life."

Sarah had tears dripping down her face, her voice slightly hoarse as she remembered that horrible incident from the past.

She looks into Jonah's eyes as says "Do you know how it feels to hear all of this happen and you weren't even there. Instead just playing around in the forest trying to get food back home to enjoy..." Sarah sobs.

Jonah just looks at Sarah's shivering figure, cradling herself in her position.

He could understand what Sarah's going through.

He knew it too well.

Sarah sobbed for a few minutes as Jonah quitely watched, giving Sarah some time to get herself together.

Sarah wipes her tears and continues "I started prostituting myself to get some money to feed myself and Damian. I'm not some pure noble women that you think I am. I eventually started enjoying the act. It was what helped me overcome my suffering. It was where I felt the most power in this sick world. Having men worship me is what truly satisfies me."

But Sarah quickly puts up her hands "But don't get me wrong I have no preference. I could take women and even...other things. Either way I found my purpose from my suffering. And it was to find freedom through my pleasure, in seducing people all over the world." Saray says.

Sarah finally looks at Jonah with her hand on top of her chest, telling him "Remember, I will can help you if you so wish. I can be a friend in the hard times you have."

"I can help you overcome your suffering."

Jonah's heart jumped in his chest. This woman actually managed to overcome her suffering? Jonah who literally knew the law of suffering couldn't do it!

Jonah saw Sarah in a completely new light. He found an emotion of kinship blossoming in his heart. With respect growing alongside it.

Jonah could hear the agonising voices from his dreams again. The golden light shining upon him in his suffering. Telling him to enjoy his life again, trying to pull him out of his despair.

Maybe his family was right.

He doesn't what else he might be feeling but he is finally not alone in this world.

Maybe he could finally overcome his trauma.

Maybe he could finally not suffer.

Maybe he could finally have a friend.