Our dreams.

Prologue.

« There is nothing aspiring us to live but the unfairness of life itself, my little Rose." Primrose recalled the words of her lost father. She can hear his rich voice telling her to be strong, to face the world. She missed him, missed his father jokes that made no sense at all, his beard scratching her soft skin when he hugs her  and most of all the way he scratches her hair, it made her feel loved. She felt a squeeze in her broken heart , a wetness in her cheeks. She didn't realize she was crying. No, it can't be true, she thought. She clenched to her coat a little more as if it will protect her from all the brutality she faced. The angry wind stopping her from walking forward. The weather was bad today, at least for a homeless girl. Even nature turned out against her.

She is lost, and her dog, Hyacinth. She was her dad's birthday gift, her friend and only companion; she was with her even when they gave up on her. Her dad bought her at Japan, she a lovely Akita. Only Hyacinth can get her, well the only living one. "Let's hope that it will not rain tonight mate", she said to Hyacinth, the dog barked in response. This street is strange, the lightening, or the lack of it doesn't give her the chance to see much. Still, she can listen to laughter coming from the bar in corner, and the incoherent speech of the drunken man leaving the bar, he seems lost, he's looking for something, his long lost sanity maybe, or dignity, whatever is left of them. Rose only sees a tall shadow, well, that's what getting drunk makes of a human: a pathetic shadow.

It will rain soon. She needs to find a place to hide from the rain. Her backpack will get wet, and she can't afford that, it's the only thing left, the only thing that matters. "I don't love you, I don't even like you! You, your stupid dreams, your pathetic art work. You are no one, and you will remain that way. Go out!! Now!", those words hit her hard, shattered her heart. I won't let them destroy me, she thought, not without having a fight. She hugged her backpack, the smell of paint and crayons hit her. Oh how much she loves that smell. She can't get enough of it. It smells like hope, like a dream. Her dream. But she better hurry up before the little hope got all soaked up.

"Tssk, you new here?" Rose heard, she turned around, a tall lady, or maybe that was just the shoes she's wearing? How can she walk on these, thought Rose. She was wearing,.. well, not too much give the current weather, a very short red dress. Rose would wear that as a t shirt in THE SUMMER.  As she came close, her face looked as a bad imitation of Jacques-Louis David's paintings, a really bad one. The worst. How can she put that much make up on her face? Is she trying to hide from someone? Thought Rose, her conscious answered a little voice in Rose's mind. "I am sorry, I just got lost" said Rose. The not-so-affected-by-the-cold lady raised her brow, "Lost in here? Well, you should get lost somewhere else princess, or the big bad wolves will come after you." "I don't know where to go? Besides, Hyacinth is with me, she will protect me" , at the sound of her name the dog barked, "Princess, a dog won't fight the wolves, at least not here." Rose didn't like that nickname, not a bit. The lady turned around, a car approaching her, she stopped "There is a park two blocks around, go there, it's safer than here princess". And then she disappeared in the car.

"Come Hyacinth" Rose called. They went to look for the park. They will hide there if they are lucky enough. The street grew silent. The drunken man was out of sight. He may be found what was he looking for, or just lost his soul as well. Cars stopped behind them to collect some girls, willing to sell their bodies in order to live a little more.

Primrose wondered why we are so eager to give all we have to live a little more, suffer a little more. We pretend that we hate life, that immortality is immoral, yet we sacrifice everything for a taste of cruel life. No drug is more harmfull than life. No nightmare as sweet as it. Our relationship with life is the legitimate definition of a one sided love. And god knows how much Rose suffered from it at her still young age.

She finally arrived to the park. The place was getting tighter around her, the air thick. Hyacinth started searching for a place where they can stay tonight, and if they are lucky enough they will stay here until Rose can afford a better place, or just a place. The park is pretty; she can see the beautiful roses, and smell the wet grass, the tall trees standing with pride watching over the fragile different flowers. Some insects and birds are singing to the word one of their finest melodies.

Her parents used to take her to the park, where they can enjoy the weather while eating ice cream. It was one of their many "traditions". Her stomach growled et the memory, she can swear the hole city heard it.  She only had breakfast today, not a festive one though. She can't spend her money on food now, nor a shelter, she sighted. She needs a job first.

She touched her backpack, maybe that will be her job, she thought, that was her dream as a little girl. That is her now. Hyacinth came back and led her to a place where they can stay, it will be good for the night. Her bed would be very comfortable and warm, yet it was impossible for her to go back there, the wolves in streets would be nicer than the ones there. She laid on the cold hard ground, put her head on her backpack. Hyacinth was just beside her warming her a bit.

Her dreams were full of her parents, art and FOOD. Well, heaven.