Asia

Asia wasn't an ordinary girl; she always stood out. She followed her own path, which never pleased others. To most, she was simply a rebellious teenager who hated everyone and everything. But that image of her was only seen in the eyes of those who couldn't understand her. She dressed in black, always wore that hideous white makeup, and painted her lips and eyes black. People said she looked like death, but that didn't matter to her. She didn't care what people thought... the plastic ones. She was always looking for someone who could understand her, but nothing suggested that there was another person in the world just as rich inside, just as emotional, sensitive, and beautiful. Yes, she was beautiful, but she always hid it. She lived a long life of solitude, locked in her room every day, listening to that repulsive, heavy music. She often went out onto her small balcony and sat there for hours with tears in her eyes, gazing at the stars and dreaming of her other half, because she was certain she existed somewhere. Once, when she was 19, she met a boy who seemed so perfect to her. His name was Wojtek. They studied at the same university. Asia fell in love with him from the first moment they spoke, from the first moment they looked into his eyes. He always spoke so beautifully that his words sounded like rain falling gently on the window, creating a beautiful patter. He was a romantic, and she needed someone like him. Everything was so perfect that it was difficult for the average person to comprehend. They fit together like two halves of a page torn in half, scattered far apart by the wind, each bearing a single inscription that could only be read by connecting the two halves. Asia was the half with "...ość" written on it. From the beginning, she was convinced that Wojtek was the solution, that he was the half with "love..." written on it. She saw him every day. Even when he wasn't with her for a moment, she missed him, his words, his heart. She lived in heaven, floating above the earth, unable to think of anything else. She could never believe she had finally found someone who, when looking at the moon, didn't see the moon, but saw beauty. And most importantly, when looking at her, didn't see her, but saw her inside. She adored him; he became a god to her.

One day, on his birthday, and no one was home, she came to him and gave him something that was most important to her; they became one. He did it for the first time, too. The moment his breath became hers, her hands melted into his, and his body became hers, was the most special thing they could ever experience. From then on, they did it much more often.

Asia kept a diary, meticulously describing every day, every minute, every second spent with him. Her notes were always long, but one day she wrote "Goodbye" in her diary and left it on her desk. He told all his friends the same thing and left a note: "You probably won't see me again." Life on this planet wasn't for them; they didn't want the hardships and misfortunes of this life to befall them. They had already experienced everything they wanted. Some might say they were chickens, but they simply wanted to be together forever. They wrote a joint will, ordering their families to cremate them and mix their ashes. Few people cried for them. They didn't have many friends, but those who got to know them knew it would happen. They couldn't prevent it. They loved freedom too much and believed that somewhere had to be better. Where the most people were... in the realm of death.

The halves of the torn page were joined forever. If someone doesn't believe in anything, then they fear death—they weren't afraid. They both believed, but will everyone believe? Not everyone. For some, the first half of the card will always contain the inscription "love..." and their love will be eternal, but not for everyone. There are people who don't believe in the existence of the soul. For them, the "...fish" will always remain, but the first half of the card will contain the inscription "nothing...".