River
Happiness. What even is happiness. It's just a word, but it has so much meaning.
Is happiness satisfaction?
Is it excitement?
Is it comfort?
If it's any of these things, or all of them at the same time, then I don't think I've ever truly been happy.
I've always been a sad kid. I never had many friends and I always stayed home.
My dad left as soon as my mother announced her pregnancy, and my mother is a recovering drug addict. She's usually in rehab, so most of the time I'm home alone.
When I was 5, my mother and I moved from New York City to the suburbs, since one of her distant relatives had died and had left their house to us.
It's a decently sized home in a relatively nice neighborhood.
We have a nice garden with a shed in a corner.
Sometimes, I go there to relax and get away from the world for a while. I have a mattress and some fairylights inside, so sometimes I fall asleep in there.
Usually tho, I go to my favorite place.
The park.
It's an abandoned park that you can only access through a broken fence. At the center, it has a gorgeous tree. It glows under the moonlight and has extraordinarily beautiful flowers.
When I feel particularly sad, I sit under it and look at the moon.
Unlike most people my age, the educational aspect of school has never bothered me. What does bother me tho, is how lonely I feel there.
No one even notices me. You could quite literally ask anyone if they know a certain "River Green", and they'll ask you who that is.
Everything changed, that fateful day.
The day I met Him.
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