In these nascent days of the Sacred Friendship Candy too gravitated towards Aperture. He became a window to her thoughts. He could decipher the meaning of her dialect because that was his language too. She knew he understood her in the way she really was. She was there for him showing him the light when he got lost in the darkness, which was often in the dark world he lived in. She gave him the love—though briefly and sporadically—he sought. He felt complete. He felt the circle of life closed in on him finally. He in turn was there for her when she needed him. She called on to him from dawn to dusk. In fact the dawns merged into the dusks when they were together. But Aperture had other callings to attend too. Most of all, the callings of his ambitions and of the battle he was waging against the idleness that was beginning to wreck his sanity. Candy’s calling was now seldom reaching Aperture.
to be continued...
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