The Guides would emerge from the heavy fog and take my hand. They guided me through the fog as if it wasn't there. They all looked similar, they had heavy winter gear with a gas mask that covered their face. The only distinguishing feature was that each one had a different color lining on their jackets. Despite their intimidating appearance, I never feared them, I actually felt great comfort whenever they appeared.
It felt like they always seemed to know something I didn't. They never bled so how could they navigate the fog?
They wouldn't talk to me, but they were always gentle. I think they'd get tired of the fact that I couldn't keep up sometimes and let go to return to the fog. I didn't mind since usually the fog would get light again and I'd be able to walk on my own.
Maybe it did hurt a little when they would leave.
When I was walking alone, I passed by a white daisy growing from the dead ground. I instantly smiled when I saw the daisy. It was growing strong despite coming from nothing. I stopped walking for a long time in order to protect the daisy. I stayed and admired the daisy all the time, I knew I had to take care of it.
If I would've looked up earlier, I would've seen that the fog was gone. I must've lost track of time.
My smile quickly disappeared as I felt the first raindrop begin to fall. It was a sudden snap back to reality.
I sat beside the daisy as the rain began to pour, struggling to keep the daisy stable as the water level rose.
"How long are you going to dwell on this?" Someone spoke.
None of the Guides had ever spoken to me. I had almost forgotten I have a voice. I could only stare at the Guide in shock.
This was nothing like when the Parallel spoke to me. I felt like a weight being lifted from my shoulders when I heard the Guide's voice.
"Well?" They continued.
"T-The daisy...I was trying to take care of it." I scrambled to form a sentence.
It dawns on me that my efforts were for nothing.
"Enough. It's dead."
It was still disappointing to see that it was for nothing.
The Guide squatted down beside me looking for what to say, "More flowers will bloom in spring. It's okay, you're okay."
"Spring doesn't happen here." I mumbled still thinking about the daisy.
"Come on." The Guide stood up, "You're cold."
I stood up and offered my hand for them to take it.
The Guide sighed, "Fine, stay cold then."
They simply took off their jacket and put it around me. The Guide returned to the fog and the rain only got stronger.
Why wouldn't they just take my hand?
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The Fog
NouvellesThe Void is everywhere, you can't escape it. It's in every person, behind every laugh, every scream and every cry. The Void is patient even if you think you have reached spring the Void will forever loom over your peace. Will you let it convince y...
