This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound,
an SFR story about Emmily, a 40-something woman, and Gen Rael, an alien
who crash-landed on Earth and took her hostage until his rescue
Their fiery beginnings together have taken a turn. They're on the back
porch together. Emmily and Gen Rael are discussing love, mates, marriage.
Last week ended with this:
“She will have…” He cocks his head to the side, then he smirks. “She must have spunk.”
“I’m sorry it’s so complicated,” I say. “All the must-haves. Is it ever an organic process—falling in love…or finding a mate, I mean, where you come from?”
“Complicated? No. Elusive? Perhaps it has been.”
There’s more of that intense look, like he’s trying to convey something with his eyes. Why won’t he come out with it?
He adds, “Despite my very human-like checklist for a woman, it is not necessarily a cerebral action that dictates who I will take as my chosen.
A little more if you're interested.
Someone more pragmatic might analyze it thoroughly before choosing. But, no. Not most of us.”
We’re both silent for a moment. While I'm mulling over his words, he continues. “Like our word, ‘z’ymay’, there is no literal translation for your word ‘love’. From what I have come to understand, your human love encompasses so much more than the context in which you are asking me. Falling in love? It is a strange expression, an odd way to phrase what is happening.”
“Is it? I don’t think so. Believe me when I tell you that it is falling. It’s a surrender. It makes a person fragile, damned near defenseless. If you do it with your all, you’re totally vulnerable.”
Next week, a bit of Rael's wisdom comes through.
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