There was a chill and then...then Shawn felt slightly nauseous but it was quickly swept away by a lovely just--friggin lovely--feeling of peace and serenity.
The feeling quickly rose to absolute euphoria, Shawn's eyes started to close blissfully against his will. Breathing shallows...a coursing feeling of warmth covered his body like submerging into a tub of warm honey-oil.
He felt a feeling that cut him so deep that there was nothing like it. Not like pleasing Mom. Not like doing well on a test. And not at all like doing a good job at an acting studio. There was no turning back. To not embrace the feeling would be like giving a blind man sight for just a moment, and then telling him to walk around for the rest of his life with a new knowledge of what he lacks.
The feeling pulled Shawn's soul in that direction like a moth to a flame. And in that way, it wounded him. It was like coming in from the cold to a warmth he never knew he lacked. It was like he was born, and he needed food for hunger, drink for thirst, warmth for cold, love for loneliness.
And Shawn got all of those things to sate his body and soul, and suddenly he was a complete person. He had everything he needed and there were no loose ends.
And when Shawn opened his eyes. He saw a glint of that beautiful, purple-rock. Falling into a well. A deep well. He knew that it was his wish. Or his wishes. The well called to him. It wanted him to come closer...
