My little world started to reveal itself to me. Colour brightened and darkened the blank canvas before me, illustrating a past unspoken and all the hopes and dreams that sparked to life like a much needed fire in the woods.
It was a sunny day on one side of the street. A summer breeze carried the sweet scent of flowers in full bloom; stray petals floated into open windows and danced in houses surrounded by laughter and joy. Everything here was so bright and open and warm.
And a dream. A dream to the boy across the street with eyes as blue as the summer sky he so desperately wished replaced his winter one. He was the only person with their grey window open, braving the biting cold and hoping for warmth. This house was not one of laughter and joy, but silence and despair. Not even the snowflakes dared entertain the lonely, sad boy--he had nothing and no one.
The elements warred with each other outside just as this boy's emotions warred upon his face. He was hopeful, yet doubtful, of a future so bright and happy when he had a past so dark and empty. He longed for the natural beauty of what a happy and love-filled life was.
There was beauty in this winter home--the boy could see it. He could see the harsh and twisted beauty that thrived on pain and fear.
The boy could not stop staring at the summer homes.
I withdrew from my painting, part of of me still lost in this forgotten world of mine. The boy didn't know yet, but he would soon have that which he had longed for--love, joy, and the warmth that is life. It surrounds him now, as that boy was me, and I have all that he had wished for and more.
I set down my paintbrush and palette, walked to my open window and leaned out. I closed my eyes as the summer breeze caressed my face.
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A Collection Of Short Stories
RandomA bunch of short stories that I have written over time, many different genres as well so please enjoy! (Cover photo is Haise Sasaki from Tokyo Ghoul: re. Go read it. It's good. Very good.)
