❝He just wants some color back into his life, is it too much to ask for?❞
The Pure meeting the Impure, Innocent meeting the Corrupted, the Unblemished meeting the Blemished.
The story of an Angel encountering a Witch, none of it was intentional yet...
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Pieces... broken and scattered. By time and through patience, though a slow process, was carefully put back together.
Memories upon memories, lost within a twinkle of an eye, cast away into the midst of the mind, soon to be forgotten.
Childhood, where life seemed to be at peace, where you'd be able to live to your will. As if there were no barriers, having all the time in the world, being able to experience the leisure you'd lose once you have grown up.
A wonderful time, yet easily forgotten and placed into the tiny corners of our mind, ceasing to exist. Yet this little boy remembers some parts of it, the most important memory as it held the most beautiful of treasures.
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He remembers of a small boy, with the most joyful of smiles that was brighter than all the stars in the universe combined. A heart filled with only love and care, made of the finest of gold. Features, soft yet so refined, perfectly handcrafted by gods and goddesses. Hands were small and delicate, dainty and flushed a pretty pink on the tips, yet held the whole world upon his hands. Perfect, like the purest of roses that held no thorns.
Just mere memories, yet names have been forgotten. Confusion, a foggy maze that has yet to be unlocked. A memory he wishes that he can actually unbind, set free to the world.
The small boy in mind, his first love and most important memory to him, rather than being tucked away at the back of his mind, it has been stuck in every corner of it. Yet, someone has moved those thoughts away, basking in every corner, lighting up the darkest of thoughts. The source of his happiness, the source of his light, the source of this bubbling feeling he feels inside. That someone is wrapped within his arms right now, carrying all the stars in the sky, more than all the galaxies combined.
Finally, puzzled pieces have been arranged, every detail on display to relay the picture out. The picture being the story of two youthful boys, too young to understand what life truly is, growing up and being separated by realms apart and yet, meet once again in the most unexpected of experiences. Learning to comprehend and grasp eachother's minds..
