Collection of short stories

Between Two Worlds

The room was light and dark, split right in the middle. The same room but two different worlds, two different secrets.

The sun warmed the lit room, creating a soft glow. The bed was neatly made, bright colors knitted into the fabric. The girl was staring out the window, enjoying what was in front of her. She didn't like looking behind her at the dark side of the room. She didn't want to be a part of it, she liked the warmth, and she liked its order.

The dark room was dull, a cool chill moved into the air. There were clothes everywhere and the bed was unmade. The boy was sitting on the floor, staring at the girl in the light with envy. He could see her, but she couldn't see him. The dull cold room no longer bothered him. It curled around him like a blanket. It was the light he feared yet yearned to have.

The boy stood, the floor creaking as he did. It made the girl's head snap in that direction. It made her look back. She could not see the boy; she didn't know he was there. He watched her slowly get up and walk toward the noise he had created.

She stopped right at the divide, unknowingly right in front of him. They both raised their hands and they hovered in front of each other, barely an inch of space between them, yet they did not move closer.

She could feel the cool air wrapping around her hand like fingers. It didn't pull her forward, toward the dark side of the room but it didn't let go.

He felt part of the divide open up, a beam of sunlight falling upon his hand. He felt the warmth, the life his side did not have.

Both sides allowing the two to make a choice, to stay or move forward. Neither moved.Neither breathed. Neither sure if they were ready. The sides did not do anything else. Both from two different worlds with two different secrets.