Defined By You

6.

Rain fell yet again. Those million determined warriors slaying everyone they see in their path with their unwanted freshness. I don't understand why people run from them. What a blessing they are. They pick you as an opponent, thinking that you will end their battles and make this one their last, so they could finally rest up there without a worry to come back to this lousy and dark place. But no. We choose to surrender and let them fall once more.

It is not midnight here, nor it is coming close. In fact, it is early morning. Cold, lonely morning in bed without anyone who says "Good Morning!" to wake you up completely from that miserable feeling, only chosen few have to suffer from.

I couldn't sleep properly either. Thea was not letting me. That girl of unknown...I don't really know, what I did to deserve to know her...I am just a person trying to make my life have reasons in it, thinking it will help.

I look around the room. Books scattered across, creating an image of a wall, that is shielding me from the outside.

-A book, huh...-I whisper to myself, picking one to my tired hands- What was the book, Thea?

I wanted to know her. Truly. All my life, I was a shadow. Crumpled, not noticed by anyone, probably not even wanted to be noticed. I thought I was nothing. I thought of myself as nothing...

And then she was at gallery 7, a 19th-century art exhibition, on October 11th. My eyes caught her admiring the paintings as if she was the artist herself who brought them to life.

She....she, in her full glory, looking at me like she finally saw a person. Another living soul amongst the thousands captured ones...Then she smiled. Even though I stood by the entrance, near a painted little girl, who was running freely across the beach, not fearing a shadow capturing her from the back, I saw her cry. Freely.