So here it is. The complicated story of two fruits, by Eat First Think Later.
Once, there were plastic wires. Wires that make our enormous world seem so small, where people can reach out to each another. Then, in the vast translucent field of fiber optic, through the colours of digital light, stood an orange on one side of it, and an apple on the other. Fruits never actually mix with each another, expect their own kind.
But there was something exceptional going on…something about the aroma of the orange peel. And there was something else…something about the sourness in the sweet apple. But both the fruits know there is more to what they see. But what?
The apple grew up with his own kind. Sour as life can get, he somehow feel like life should be more than just green. The apple tries to look differently in life. One day, he noticed an aroma. Then it comes to a vision of an orange. He heard tales about oranges. They are sweet, something that apple aren't happy with. Curiosity somehow comes to the apple's mind, as he watches the orange. Watching how the orange live her life, he too wonders. What is like to be an orange, what is life being sweet? Bold as the apple gets, he makes first contact with the orange.
It’s not the norm for the orange to react to strange fruits. But somehow, the words, the questions, of the apple fascinated the orange. Physically both fruits are different. But the apple realized that there was something in common between both fruits. Both shared the surreal imagination, both shared the love of the worms and fungus that grew in them, both shared the same passion for orange peel aroma and sweet sour apples. The orange acknowledged and maintained contact.
Days have passed since. Orange and apple was having a blast of their life. They grew fond to each another. They were happy being together. Constantly rolling around the vast translucent field of fiber optic, to places they never dare to wander alone, but now with two, seems like a force to reach beyond any fruits. They were happy, for so many lives to come, until they reach the end of one end of field.
Every story has its ending. Every life, even as fruits has their ending.
What is seems as the never ending field, has reach its end. It's time to go, for fruit's was never lasting. Even as man, nothing last forever. How sad that the apple and the orange has gone to their afterlife. Never again they would vow to see each another. They both knew it's the end. The both know that one day, they have they have to be separated. Alas, they went old, and died. They went on their afterlife, to a new beginning, but who knows?
Only Fate felt so touched. Faith too was admired by their courage and their passion. Never had they both seen such fruits were bond together, not because they are physically different, but also the willingness to share and respect. But by laws of life, Fate and Faith were limited to choices. You be Fate, you be Faith, you judge and you decide.
