A girl is having a drag, sitting on bermuda
“This is not your usual place” A boy approached her.
“Fancy seeing you here.” he sat a meter away from her.
She took a long drag, looked up and stared at the constellations above them.
“Ever heard about Pseudo-Relationships?” She asked.
“Uhh, no. Haven’t heard anything about it”
“It’s a thing between to people yet you can’t consider it one. No commitment. A connection. Something that binds you two in a way that you’re not really together. “
“A relationship but not a relationship. Have you seen Inception?”
“Yeah. Dreams, totem, DiCaprio.”
“Remember the maze part? I came up to an idea that people are mazes.”
“Hmm…How? –wait, tell me more about Pseudo–”
“A relationship with a person is like going through a maze. The duration while traversing that puzzle gives you memories or parts of the person’s identity. The difference of an ordinary maze to this one is that you don’t solve it to get out. You take time to get to the center. So you could always go there without permission. Without getting lost. But anyway, as said in Inception, all mazes have shortcuts. It should be. Pseudo-relationships could just have the shortcut. The reason for binding. The thing with no commitments, you could end it abruptly or slowly… Whatever you like.”
“What the hell’s special about that?”
“Pseudo-relationships happens for only a brief time. It can make or change a person. Since it’s not a real thing, you don’t need to flaunt it. It’s like the center of your maze is your secret rendezvous. You might be ashamed of it but you’ll never forget pieces of it. it’s a moment in your life that made a part on your identity.”
She finished her cigarette.
"M-my father died the other day. And I haven’t--”
“I haven’t told anybody.” He continued.
She smiled softly at him.
“And now I’m not just you classmate anymore.”