She was good, he bad. He felt good, she bad. At times, they lay in-between. She was happy, she was sad. He was loving, he was nasty. They tried middle ground.

They knew not what they were missing – beyond the linearity of neutral and extremes, was a place with nothingness, a space of bliss.

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This 55-word story is in response to a prompt on ‘Citizens of No Place’ from here.