One shots Twst

Rabbit

The sun hung high in the clear blue sky, illuminating the vibrant decorations that adorned the park for the annual Easter race.

Children were buzzing with excitement, their laughter ringing in the air as they gathered at the starting line.

Deuce Spade, a small boy with tousled blond hair and bright, eager eyes, felt a mix of nerves and anticipation.

His heart raced as he stood among the other participants, each one chattering excitedly about the upcoming event.

“Where is he?” Deuce mumbled, scanning the crowd for his father. Despite the festive atmosphere, a cloud of worry hung over him.

His mother, standing proudly nearby, caught his eye and flashed him an encouraging smile.

However, the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, betraying the sadness that flickered behind her eyes.

“Just do your best, Deuce!” she called out, her voice bright but tinged with a softness that tugged at his heart.

“I will, Mom!” he replied, forcing a smile as he tried to push away the unease that gripped him.

When the race began, Deuce sprinted forward, adrenaline coursing through him.

He was determined to win, hoping to make his father proud.

But as he raced toward the finish line, a familiar pang of disappointment hit him again.....his father was nowhere to be found.

At last, he crossed the finish line, breathless and exhilarated. As he stood atop the podium, clutching the shiny medal that gleamed around his neck, he searched the crowd one last time.

But instead of seeing his father’s face among the cheering spectators, he spotted him standing with his cousin, a child with brown hair who was laughing and beaming with delight.

Deuce’s heart plummeted.

The joy of victory felt hollow as he watched his father ignore him, choosing instead to share this moment with someone else.

.

.

.

Why?......

.

.

.

It hurts.....

_________________________________________________

With a sudden gasp, Deuce bolted upright in bed, heart pounding wildly.

The remnants of his nightmare clung to him like shadows as he turned off the blaring alarm.

“Just a dream,” he whispered to himself, trying to calm the tumult of emotions swirling within him.

Just a dream......

He glanced at the calendar on his wall, a date circled in red standing out like a warning.
.

.

'Today was the day'.
.

.

Deuce thought as his chest tightened at the thought. After that incident he never go out in Easter anymore.

Rising from his bed, he made his way to the window, peering outside at the hustle and bustle of his fellow Heartslabyul students.

They were decorating the grounds with bright, cheerful Easter decorations, their laughter a stark contrast to the turmoil that was brewing inside his heart.