"...and you are to pass your terrarium project on Friday" the teacher announced,
In the penultimate row was a student couple, Clara and Nico. Upon hearing the teacher's announcement, their minds had clicked, both at the same time, to one thing they thought they ought to be. But they retained their composure, sitting shoulder to shoulder facing the board, though not for another moment.
"Nicky, hear this, I am to create a terrarium for you alongside mine, that you may not worry about it anymore." Clara offered gleefully.
"Uh, no, actually, Clai, and hear me now in turn, I was thinking, I be the one to create your terrarium, alongside mine, that you may do other more important things for yourself." Nico counter-offered.
"No, no, dearest. Anything for you is most important than everything for me."
"Oh, no, my own, I would be most worried if you do my project for me; it would give me unrest, than if you let me do mine for myself, alongside, and giving priority, to yours."
"No, and o please, let me do it for you," pleaded Clara. She had inched closer to Nico now, wrapping her arms around his shoulder.
"I would never bear to let you be subjected to such work. My hands are made for you; it was meant to be dirtied for you," Nico fondled Clara's pale hands devotedly.
The teacher, seeming to have spawned right at them, smacked the armchair, which snapped the couple's attention out of one another and into the teacher, but they retained their physical touch.
"You," she pointed her long and bony finger right in the middle of Nico's eyes, "are not to do her project," and now at Clara, "neither are you to do his!"
She fixed her bent posture and stood rigidly in front of the two, and eyed them strictly, as if holding them in scorn, finding any evidence to have them at great fault, but in complete vanity.
"You," she continued, "are to create your own project yourselves. No, you will not have the other do your terrarium; no, you will not do the other's terrarium." She had maintained her look at the two, as if she was referring to them alone, but also managed to convey it in a way, intendedly, for the whole class.
Dread have dawned at Clara and Nico's faces. The teacher's idea was, to them, a death sentence. Groans and meaningless protest gushed out of their mouths, and their body tensed, and they struggled for the second to express what had truly filled their hearts, and if not for the limited space and the slight inconvenience brought by the obstructing chair-arm, they could have thrown themselves at her feet and begged out of desperation and the momentary haziness of their thoughts.
"But ma'am!" cried one.
"But ma'am, indeed!" cried the other.
"That was most!"
"Most, indeed!"
"Pah! No but's, no most's!" retorted the teacher.
"But, ma'am?! Am I not qualified with the pleasure of serving my master?", Clara tried to reason.
"And mostly, ma'am?! Am I not equally qualified with the same pleasure of serving my mistress?", accompanied Nico.
But the teacher again retorted, and the couple protested, and they were almost shouting.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait...",
Another student interrupted. He sat at the final row, just right behind the couple, and had heard eveything. Now the attention of the three, and really of the entire class, was at him, and all was silent. He stood up off his chair, unnecessary to the case, and continued, speaking to the teacher, but directing his speech to the two.
"She says she wanted to serve her master, and he says he wanted to serve his mistress. She is willing to do his project alongside her own, and he is willing to do her project alongside his own. Both of them wanted to put the other first, before their own very self--"
"He understands!" The two turned their heads away from him with disinterest, and they looked back at the teacher, ready to argue on their appeal again.
"Hear me, now!" The student pleaded to the teacher, as if she was the one who turned her head away.
"Hear him, now!" The teacher to the two, but they never turned their heads back again. "Go on,"
"I say, if they wanted to serve each other to their fullest," the couple's eyes gleamed with sudden zeal at the phrase, but they kept their heads straight. "...if they wanted to serve each other to their fullest, hear about this: that Clara, and you mustn't hear this Nico, you must do Nico's project alone, abandoning your own, that you might dedicate your entire focus in your work for him. And that Nico, you mustn't hear this Clara, you must do Clara's project only, possessing your entire being in service of her, even if it meant leaving your own. In that way," the last part being directly addressed to the two, he now returned his face to the teacher. "...in that way, the two of them, and I'm sure both of them weren't hearing this, by giving themselves in full service to the other, would be able to produce the required project for one another, and therefore for themselves... and I reckon you, ma'am, could say no more, for it is not wrong." Finally, he added. "But that was merely my opinion, and any of you are free to take it in application."
"Indeed, your suggestion seems right." The teacher replied.
"Not wrong, ma'am." He corrected, and went back at his seat.
"Not wrong, not wrong at all." She now turned to the two, and upon seeing them her eyes flared. "Actually, no, it's absolutely wrong!" She suddenly roared, to the surprise of the student, which had just calmed his spiking heart only to be nervous again. "No! What did you say, that they abandon their own work for the other?! No! It is my duty not to encourage this kind of self-surrendering behaviour! This... is unhealthy! Not healthy at all, for the individual. Couldn't you, any of you, live aside of one another? Couldn't you, any of you, learn to act for yourself, and not always in 'service' of the other? Couldn't you, any of you, love yourself?!
"But I do love myself, though never more than I love him, and if my love for myself is obstructing me from giving my fullest being to him, I shall abandon it." She answered back.
"There! There! Proving my point, that you do not love yourself! Think for a moment, your own soul, had he dropped dead in front of you right now--"
"How dare you!" Clara had started up off her seat.
"Free yourself!" She grabbed Clara with both of her hands by the shoulder, and shook her repeatedly. "Free yourself! Free yourself!"
Nico started up as well, and tried to break Clara off of the teacher while saying, "We are free! We are free! We had freely chosen one another!"
Nico had pulled the teacher away with such a force that she had stumbled backwards, to the horror of the rest of the class. Several students had already risen up off their seats, and aided the teacher up. Clara, after having been freed from the teacher's grasp, sought her another's chest, and there buried her weeping face, and Nico, after having been freed his own off of the teacher's grasp, took her lovingly, and embraced her most affectionately.
Such was the scene that afternoon. That day, Clara and Nico was sent to the guidance office, and were suspended for the next few days. They were sent off at sunset, amber hues painted over them as they walked through the empty campus. Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, head to head; they could easily be classified as a single being with four feet. They had loved each other more than anybody could ever love their another; more than anybody could ever love their own selves. To them, and for them, love is a mutual slavery; slavery with no master; freedom to be a slave; a servant of a servant, and they derived unbridled and pure happiness to all of these. They are the extension of one another's soul, and it is almost safe to say that one of them would die the second that the other did, and that they would continue to live for as long as either of them goes on.
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