Getting Over Him

Far away

Pran's P.O.V: 

I'm up all night making more origamis in different shapes, as many as I can in one night while my parents are asleep. I am making them in every color that I have; yellow, green, black (yes, I know that black is supposedly a shade but I still think it's a color!), pink, blue, magenta, purple, aqua blue, and every other color in between. 

It's so much folding that I'm doing, I get paper cuts from the papers for folding it too many times. I will later write tiny notes inside of them, but for now I think that I have done enough as I turn in my chair to grab more origami paper, and see that I have ran out of them. 

I sigh.  

I turn back in my black desk chair to start gently putting away the origamis that I just finished making in a clear plastic box that I have which is still empty. I have been saving it for a future use, and here I am now.  I put the clear plastic box away inside of my closet in a deep part of it in hopes that my mom won't find them. 

She would absolutely lose it thinking that I am just spending my time idling away, not focusing on my studies which she thinks will lead me to a criminal life. I think it's absolute bullshit, but I won't ever confront her - won't ever confront my dad- neither of them. I won't confront wither of them. I will just get through college, graduate, find a job, hopefully I will move far far away from this toxic household. 

I look at Pat's window which has the light turned off, blinds closed. I step out onto my balcony while I lean over the rails, wondering if Pat also wants to go far far away from his home. Maybe he will want to take Paa with him as well, maybe- if he doesn't hate me, then all three of us could go somewhere that is miles away from here... 

I notice that the red swan that I had left there is no longer where I left it, which makes my heart swell up at the thought that he might have seen it and taken it in with him. I can just imagine his tall bulky figure looking at the red swan and gently picking it up with his big, rough hands. I wonder what he was thinking behind his dark brown eyes... 

I hope I made him smile at least a tad bit.. 

Tomorrow, well technically today will be a better day. I will make sure that he knows just how serious I am about him. That I am not messing around, and that I don't think of him as a toy. I hope that I will be able to show him just how much he means to me, that he is and forever will be my most bright shining sun. He is my light, and happiness in this world. 

With one last glance at his window, I return to bed and close my window.