Eclipse of the Damned || Original Story ||

Chapter 1

It began quite simply, nothing at all of the sort confusing in the slightest. At least, those were the beginnings of life. The world had always harbored both good and bad, especially filled to the brim with those in between. Never-ending. A crack in between a dense wall, surrounded by leeches. Every way of thinking constantly being noted as flawed yet impeccable. Never completely black and white, for it always held shades of grey.

Between such differences, morality was judged upon a person's reflection of themselves, always changing and never truly secure. A completely different meaning to each being who discovered such a word. The meaning of truly living evoked such whims of peculiar mindsets, which produced stray thoughts to race throughout each and every breathing individual who ever came to exist. Completely different, yet all the same.

For this world felt cruel, yet gentle. Horrendous, yet marvelous. Disgusting, yet beautiful.

It was inexplainable, a completely bizarre thing to even attempt to distinguish, to recognize, to call. It held no feeling yet felt all at once. Complete polar opposites mending into one spiraling mess of madness. It was both its synonym and its antonym, and its answer would never be solved.

Was it selfish to feel good after doing good or was it to feel bad at being bad?

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"Do you like what I did with the garden Irene??" A man's voice spoke up, smiling ear to ear as he stared at his wife with anticipation. His pinkish blue eyes beaming with excitement. Irene, who now looked up at her husband held back a laugh, causing a poorly-made stifle. She couldn't take his childish behavior seriously, it always made her laugh. She truly did love his silly traits.

"You look ridiculous." She teased as she poked his cheek, grinning happily. "I swear, you might be even more childish than our own children." She continued to tease as she spoke in a hushed tone. Their children. . . . 'Cherry and Blossom must be in their rooms coloring together'. Irene thought fondly.
He gasped in fake offense, laying a hand towards his chest feigning fake hurt. "Well I disagree." He retorted as he pushed her hand away.

"Come on, look." He urged as Irene giggled. Her gaze settled over to the garden her beloved had spoke of.

Beautiful roses. They scattered around everywhere. Each petal laid in perfection, they all seemed so vibrant each in their own colors. Red, white, pink. The petals seemed to appear so fragile, so soft and delicate to the touch, growing in such good health. Thorns were trailed along their stems.

The wind blowing through the garden in such a calming breeze, her hair flowing as she kept her view. The sound felt relaxing, a beautiful song of nature filled her ears. The sun was so incredibly warm, helping the roses almost seem to glow at the light's embrace. It felt so incredibly peaceful.
She mentally sighed as she took a note that Ambrose really had to branch out to other flowers other than roses, but. . . . it was lovely regardless.

''It's beautiful my love." She gave a soft smile as she hummed in delight. Her eyes sparkling at the sight. Ambrose smiled giddily, as he carefully took her by the hand, causing a somewhat surprised expression on her face before it quickly faded. ''Why don't you look it at this angle instead?" He softly spoke as he lead her to a new position, right in the middle. "Oh? May I ask why?" She questioned curiously in amusement. "You'll see." He grinned as he then gestured towards the garden once more. His face beaming.

Irene complied, looking out as she saw the roses once more. Still just as beautiful, however. . . it would never compare to her husband's own beauty. She smirked at the thought.

"Do you see it?"

Irene squinted her eyes, staring at the roses with intensity. Soon. . . her eyes widened at the realization, her hands immediately covered her mouth as a faint blush overcame her cheeks. Her body suddenly felt so jittery as she felt as if she could melt in a puddle right then and there! This was so. . . sweet! She truly was the luckiest woman alive!!