the dawn came with no great awakening. the light slowly spread like syrup along the horizon, and the boy watched, unable to fall asleep, as the civilians slowly began to start the day. for Jonathan, the days and nights blurred. there was so distinguishing factor between them, other than the amount of light. Jonathan slowly moved from his crouched position, dirty and thin. the passers by shied away from such a sight, but if it effected the boy, it didn't appear on his face. what a great tragedy it was, for such a promising soul to have fallen from grace. if only if only.
across the city, a girl was preparing for the day. her short golden hair pinned up, charcoal darkened her eyes, and lips stained ruby red. her eyes bore the sign of many deaths, as would be expected of one who was born the youngest and is now the only child. her mothers voice chimed through the empty halls. a mother who had never cared about her children until death took them. a husband born with money, and a daughter blessed with beauty. what a tragic life to live when no one loves you but for your wealth and appearance. but it was all the girl had ever known. if she was sad, it was not reflected in her eyes.
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City Lights
Short Storyhe was a downtown boy she was a girl wearing red their worlds couldn't be more different, but opposites do attract. When they do, their love shines brighter than the stars, but burns out in a rage that fuels violence.
