Candid

This story is made of fiction that made by the imagination of your cutie little author. Any resemblance to actual person (dead or alive), events, places, names, characters, etc. Are purely coincidental.

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The mixed colors of blue, yellow, orange, a little bit shade of red and violet. Little shines of diamonds above were hidden on the half.

Truly peace.

A candid place to be seen.

I sighed in contentment, watching the massive golden round thing slowly vanishing in front of me, giving a way to another massive round thing that soon enough be surrounded in a never ending darkness.

It's a cycle. With different circumstances.

Holding my book, I stood up and walk towards the railings to properly see the sun runs now.

The invisble breeze gives a calming feeling that I cannot help myself to get lost in a moment.

"Shit! Stop! Don't!"

Everything stopped because of the voice.

The serenity.

The calming breeze.

Golden hues now turned black.

A hand grabbed me by my wrist. The sudden move made me unable to properly think what's happening that I lost my balance in the process and overthrown myself onto him.

I groaned at the impact.

"What the hell?"

It's hard, solid, stone like but breathing.

I got up only to be halted and drowned with the pair of grey eyes, gloomy however seriously staring in my pitch black one.

"Damn, I thought I will be seeing a suicide shit right now. I panicked." He said in a deep voice filled with worry.

"What made you think I will commit suicide? Can't I bring myself to peace in this kind of place?"

This is the first time that someone ever told me that I look like commiting suicide.

I don't know what to feel.

Will I be happy that finally someone recognized?

After all, I can die while having this kind of candid, peaceful scenery.