He was standing on a ladder. He wasn't feeling really comfortable standing on the same ladder that he was standing at almost half a year ago, with a rope tied in a knot around his throat. But this time he was just harvesting the fruits; sweet and filled with sunlight. The wind was blowing again and the smell of fresh air in his lungs reminded him of that one boy, who he secretly adores so much. He almost fell down from the ladder, but he managed to grab a tree branch and he pulled himself up again. He always pulls himself up, whatever happens. He deeply breathes the fresh air and he is enjoying the taste of the sweet, fresh and sun-filled fruits; he can't stop thinking about him.
