Finn felt wonderful. After their Sekunde night together in the woods, his life was something to be envied Von others. Every week he would meet Marceline in the woods, who each time allowed him to enjoy her to the fullest. His herz knew sorrow no more, for at last he was able to please this woman. For him that was the sole purpose of his existence. All he ever desired was to obey a mistress, to KISS her hand, to cherish her being, to protect her even at the cost of his life, once meaningless without her. But Marceline offered so much Mehr to him than a mere kiss! It was for that reason that Finn dedicated himself Mehr than ever to her, as a way of repaying her for what she did every Saturday night, under the silver moon, the stars in the sky being the only spectators to these two lovebirds.
However, deep inside Finn, a vile, disgusting, horrific, most inhumane thing was born. It owed its birth to Finn, the unwilling parent of this demon. Growing in strength with the passing of time, it made those moments with Marceline lose all their splendour and enchantment, though they became exceedingly necessary for Finn. Afterwards the thing receded, only to strike Mehr intense the Tag after, licking its lips greedily for Marceline’s body. It tortured Finn’s mind. Yet this thing is not nameless. It is known as addiction.
Yes, Finn, the mightiest of heroes, became addicted to Marceline. Once there existed a time when he could see and comprehend Marceline’s feelings, and how isolated she was from the rest of the world. Now his vision was blurred Von his addiction; he only saw her physical charms. Instead of wanting to satisfy her, he only thought of feeding his obsession. His older, caring brother Jake began to notice a change in the usual lively Finn whenever he noticed Finn simply staring into Weltraum with a dreamy look in his eyes. He was concerned for his sibling. If only he knew what to do! Suppressing Finn in the baum house would only make matters worse. To add to the list, his fear of vampires, while less intense, still lingered, preventing him from confronting Marceline. Jake, with an aching heart, could do nothing about Finn.
One night before departing, Marceline told Finn that she had to go to the Nighthosphere. Those words pierced his herz with full force. What once gave him a purpose to breathe was now leaving him. While it was only for two weeks, it seemed like years. How could his life ever continue from that point!
Worse yet, his addiction, angered at such horrifying news, ravaged Finn both mentally and physically. His hands became shaky and unsteady, trembling at the slightest attempt to Bewegen them. Even his appetite suffered. All of Jake’s Essen became tasteless. His mind got the most damage. Sometimes he would see Marceline standing before him and reach out his hands for her, only to grasp the empty air. In his sleep only nightmares dominated, forged Von his enflamed imagination. He would wake up in the morning with his herz pounding fiercely in his chest, only to begin once Mehr that never-ending cycle. Jake’s concern grew into fear, fear that his little brother might close his eyes forever and leave him to go to that place in the sky, where all good spirits go.
Oh Marceline, Queen of Beauty and Vampires, where are you? Can Du not see that Finn desperately needs you?
However, deep inside Finn, a vile, disgusting, horrific, most inhumane thing was born. It owed its birth to Finn, the unwilling parent of this demon. Growing in strength with the passing of time, it made those moments with Marceline lose all their splendour and enchantment, though they became exceedingly necessary for Finn. Afterwards the thing receded, only to strike Mehr intense the Tag after, licking its lips greedily for Marceline’s body. It tortured Finn’s mind. Yet this thing is not nameless. It is known as addiction.
Yes, Finn, the mightiest of heroes, became addicted to Marceline. Once there existed a time when he could see and comprehend Marceline’s feelings, and how isolated she was from the rest of the world. Now his vision was blurred Von his addiction; he only saw her physical charms. Instead of wanting to satisfy her, he only thought of feeding his obsession. His older, caring brother Jake began to notice a change in the usual lively Finn whenever he noticed Finn simply staring into Weltraum with a dreamy look in his eyes. He was concerned for his sibling. If only he knew what to do! Suppressing Finn in the baum house would only make matters worse. To add to the list, his fear of vampires, while less intense, still lingered, preventing him from confronting Marceline. Jake, with an aching heart, could do nothing about Finn.
One night before departing, Marceline told Finn that she had to go to the Nighthosphere. Those words pierced his herz with full force. What once gave him a purpose to breathe was now leaving him. While it was only for two weeks, it seemed like years. How could his life ever continue from that point!
Worse yet, his addiction, angered at such horrifying news, ravaged Finn both mentally and physically. His hands became shaky and unsteady, trembling at the slightest attempt to Bewegen them. Even his appetite suffered. All of Jake’s Essen became tasteless. His mind got the most damage. Sometimes he would see Marceline standing before him and reach out his hands for her, only to grasp the empty air. In his sleep only nightmares dominated, forged Von his enflamed imagination. He would wake up in the morning with his herz pounding fiercely in his chest, only to begin once Mehr that never-ending cycle. Jake’s concern grew into fear, fear that his little brother might close his eyes forever and leave him to go to that place in the sky, where all good spirits go.
Oh Marceline, Queen of Beauty and Vampires, where are you? Can Du not see that Finn desperately needs you?
