In a debate, one´s argument is their breath. Every word and counter matters–for if one small slip occurs, your voice–your reason, your being and your breath are revoked. In a darkened room with a single flickering light bulb stood two vigilant individuals: A plaintiff, and her defendant. Her viridescent yet somnolent eyes fluttered back and forth while gazing at her daring opponent. She whisked a strand of hair behind her ear, clearing her throat.
“People do not change to accept who they naturally are, it’s ludicrous.”
His deep autumn eyes narrow, “Ludicrous, you say?” He tilted his head, giving a small, sly grin.
“It’s a joke proposed by romantically idealistic characters. People...