Bridging the Gap

chapter one - everybody dies

everybody dies,
surprise surprise

A beautiful pink sky indicated where the sun was rising and the dawn breaking, as Cole took a seat on the wooden porch outside.

The sun fought it's way through the thick fog that was still stuck on the stone wall that was surrounding the monastery and the birds began to tune in their morning sun.

Outside the facade, down the mountain on which the ninjas home was built, the city Ninjago would slowly wake up to another beautiful autumn day.

The black ninja wrapped his coat closer around his body as his gaze got stuck at the paintings on the stone wall.

Paintings of victorys they had achived, love and friendships they had found. Good moments.

The past.

Cole took a sip out of the mug he was holding in his right hand.

His favourite orange-colored mug he got from Jay to christmas last year.

Inside was coffee.

Perfectly made, like he loved it the most.

The mug was too bright in the pale morning light.

The drink left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Again he pulled the dark brown cloak tighter as it still refused to stay on his shoulders, he could've closed the buttons but no.

Why the effort?

We tell each other lies,
sometimes we try

It didn't matter to him if he would've to pull up the cloak a million times and it would still let him down a billion times.

To make it feel like we might be right
We might not be alone

With his left hand he stroke through his pitch-black hair in a jerky motion.

His hand was slightly shivering.

Maybe from the cold.

Maybe from the caffein.

Mostly because of the lack of sleep and the tiredness inside of him.

The master of earth was awake the whole night.

Be alone.

Driving through the darkness with his old-new earth drill Nya had gifted him couple months ago.

Driving home from his father's house.

The house he grew up in.

The house he called his home until he ran away and joined Wu.

Until the monastery became his home.

But Lou's house.

It was his save haven.

Pictures of his mother were decorating the living room, her favourite room, the "heart of every house" like she used to say.

Echoes of long forgotten words and conversations haunting through the hallway.

Memories up and down the staircase.

Familiar smells and the same hole in the wall right next to his parents bedroom where Lou once tried and failed to bring in a nail for a potrait.

It has not been repaired ever since.

It just got bigger with time.

Like the distance between his new home and life and the place he grew up in.