I already posted it but I deleted the story so I post it there (same for some chapters that will come after)
there was exactly four things that mattered in my life. I loved them for completly different reasons. They were so important to me! even if they had "real" names, I would not use it in my head. For me, it was not their reall name. Maybe they will not understand when they'll read that, but whatever, i bet they'll do. For me, their name were : Summer shunshine, Automn wind, Spring camp fire, and finally, winter storm. Let me talk about them.
My sunshine was a little bit like my earth. He, without really knowing it, helped me to live. Not with food, oxygene or water but with large smiles and big laughs. He was childish and a little bit like my charming prince. The one who, at the worst moments of your life, seems to appear by magic to make sure that when he'll leave, you will be smiling, waiting for him to come home.
The second one was my wind. Even tho you can't always see her, I knew she was always there.When, in my life, everything was messed up, I just had to go outside to feel the sight of liberty and love that the wind she was procured me. Even tho she was really sweet, she could turn into a hurricane if I only doubted of myself or if her friends were attacked. She was my lair since I met her. That weird and beautiful girl was one of the four things I loved the most.
The third one was hot and beautiful as fire. She had fears inside her but was the first one to help you to overcome yours. She was easly exploding when someone upseted her or betrayed her. Her life was a little bit messed up but she seemed like nothing was more important than her friends and that she was unstoppable. Some people liked to call her « hoe » but I call her « brave, confident, and absolutely perfect in her way. » because that is what she was. If you asked why i love her i'd tell you sometig really simple : she is who she is.
The last one was my storm. Honestly, I don't really know why I call him storm : he was, at first look, calm and serious. And, he is probably the hardest one to describe, because he isn't like the others. I recognize that I wasn't really close to him in the past, and I sincerly regret I did not see how beautiful this creature was before now. My storm knows how to make my tears drop so I feel good and then make me feel better by making me laugh. He was funny and a litle bit mysterious. He had this power to make me feel good, even when I was at my worst. He also made me calm down when I was angry for no fucking reason. Like I said, I don't know why I see him like a storm, but he is one. A really special one.
They were really beautiful. I loved them, you can't even imagine how much. In the fantasy of my lonely world, they came to see the greens stars and the red sky with me. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm a crybaby who talks to much, but whitout them, that is what I would be :
Nothing.
