Back to the time in july, when the sun seems so prominent and winds once chilly had shriveled to warmth, Then thy sunflowers had blossomed and the earth crust thickened. Trees which had lost their leaves grew new ones which gracefully danced to the...
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Thickened was the mist that clogged the sky of the North, shielding the clouds but not the luna which had managed to unleashed its rays of fiery reflecting it amidst the fog. Jonathan B in the warmth of his home felt captivated by the luna's light stealing just a portion of the firmament.
Never had he seen such wonder in all his years of living. Yet, he knew such beauty was to stir up something of much dread in his crooked town but this wasn't going to make him abort his night out in the pub, as a night missed was a night to regret.
So he set on giving the mirror just a glance of his side veiw he had crusted with façades he paraded as diamond.
Quite satisfied with what he had feasted his eyes on. He picked up his hat on the old wooden table he had had for years, ridding it of the dust that hang at the brim. Once done, he headed for the door a bit reluctant at first, with stormy thoughts stripping his mind of sanity as words though true, though false floated in his headspace but Jonathan was a man bridged on the walls of boldness and instantly he reframed his draining thoughts leaving it to hang on the wall of his mind, filling the dark streets of the northern isles with his gracious presence as he was unbothered by the mist that grew thicker by the minute.
His familiarity with roads made him see the mist as no threat but rather part of the sky. Quickly, increasing his pace, he felt closer to the mysterious aura that breezed every time he passed the caved walls of the pub.
It would be an fortunate night. He cringed at that watching a lace of vibrant colors flattering in the air. It halted landing on his shoulders. Briskly, he pulled it off feeling its sofest in between his fingers. Just like the raiment which she had adorned herself in.
He paused not the sole of his shoes from slamming against the pavement but the voices of his head. "SHE!" He whispered to himself wondering where that preposterous thought had come from. Too late to send it away, he watched as an image of the girl bearing curls of brunet dance around his head. Betrayal slapped him across the face as he grew loathe for his subtle mind alongside guilt which trembled in his soul simmering it to deep blue.
It was then emotions that had never existed in the widest of years had transpired.
But, dear Jonathan had been known not to dabble long in matters of the head. He cut it short, picking up his steps until he was one with the tall building of the pub which illuminated the dark night. He greeted the building with his presence captivating the hearts of the woman he was rather unfazed by nor felt the urge of yearn.
To his preferance, he enjoyed just the company of an old friend Reye Meyer who had stood by his side through the cracks of life.
A soul mate, Jonathan would call him but the cling in the word left him settling for friendship.
