Inevitable Once

The angel

There once was a boy who saw the world in a different way. All the good, warm hearts changed the way he saw the world, turning the inevitable into the invisible. He saw what made him happy, keeping reality away. Every day he drew the world from a different point of view, keeping it pure, keeping the it alive on paper.

One foggy day the boy sat in the shadow of the tree and started drawing.

There once was a girl who appeared lost in that day and came to him. When she saw the blank paper asked what he was drawing.

There once was a boy who said he drew the fog, the one thing he saw that day; the one thing he saw before an angel came and blew away all of the fog away.

From that day on the boy gave color to his drawings since she gave color to his world. The days passed in a blink of an eye. That glorious fire ball set behind the tree where the boy and the angel watched it disappear slowly as they descended into the darkness of the night. Those were the hours were he drew his dreams on a blank page. Where he drew nothing but the darkness that separated his eyes from that glorious angel.

There once was an angel who had to leave this world. She had to fly back to the moon where she came from and illuminate the dark night like she had before she fell to this lost world.

Now the boy could see the inevitable things that he had never seen; the inevitable where he once always saw a blank page; he saw the inevitable thing he had to do.

When she flew away the boy left a paper in the shadow of the tree where they usually met. It had a black and white drawing of her because now his world had no color again... And in small letters in the corner of the page he had written "Angels can fly so I'll try too, and if I don't, please come and look for me wherever I went".  All that there was left of his drawings were blank pages of the fog where they had once been one, where their heart clicked at the same time making their eyes meet. Those seconds felt like forever in the boy’s eyes… and he wished they would had.

There once was a boy who knew she would see the paper from the moon, he knew she had an eye on him and he knew she would look for him... And bring him to the moon where they could be together once again.

And when he was there, the moon shined just a little brighter every night.