Frost and Fire (+18) ✔️

5 | friend in need

Darkness is one of the things I love the most. The nights, the stars, the dark of the late hours... it has that pure and raw beauty in it that very less can see and admire.

And I am grateful that I can admire that beauty. I am grateful that I can admire all the different stories each start has to say, that silence has to say. I am grateful that I can see the beauty of those stars sparkling bright at night, but at the day how they are covered with a bigger star's brightness.

Every good thing has to end. They say it's a new beginning every time the sun rises. But I say that many things end every time the sun rises.

Not to be nostalgic, but it's a truth. Every story has two sides. If there's a new beginning, it's because an old thing ended. If someone dies, it's because they lived. Not lived, but just the fact that they were alive.

It goes both ways. There wouldn't be an ocean if the sea didn't end. There wouldn't be darkness if the light didn't exist. There wouldn't be any life if the death didn't exist.

There are always two faces, two sides to everything. There has to be. If not, the world or things will cease to make any sense.

My eyes fell on a little girl and a boy of the same age as hers. Their features were identical as were their actions, it wasn't hard to figure out that they were twins.

She was eating ice cream from her cup and while she was not paying attention, her brother stole a scoop from her ice cream. Then when the boy was looking another side, she stole a scoop from his. Then they both looked at each other and laughed.

They knew all along that their sibling was eating from their portion. And they let them eat and gave them that small satisfaction of eating 'more' than the other.

I saw myself and Tony in them. Even with our three year age difference, we did certain childish things even in the present. And I think we will keep doing it till the day we die.

Nisa too.

He was my big brother, my best friend, my partner in crime, and most of all, he was my 'mom' and 'dad' both even though my parents were in our lives and completely fine.

There were very fewer people like him in this world. He may act like he doesn't give a shit but I know that he cares, and I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about people in general. He's very kind even though he acts all hard and cold. He could never see someone in pain or suffering and he would always try to help people even though his lifestyle, his looks, and his nature would say otherwise.

I guess that's the main reason he approached Levi at that camp and befriended him. Levi was suffering, and my brother couldn't see that. He helped him just like he would help anyone else but even he didn't know that they would become such close friends.

The impression I have of Levi today is something I can't just describe in a word or even in a sentence. I would need a whole page to write what I know about him. And even that wouldn't suffice.

He is different. Not different as in the ordinary different, different as in a diamond between coals different. He's like the first ray of sunshine. Like the first starlight at the sunset. Special and unforgettable.

He has this cold exterior, hell I think he even has a heart of ice. But when he's with his little brother or his mother, that cold-hearted Levi is nowhere to be seen. If I didn't know how he was and saw him talking to his brother or mom, I would say he was an ordinary guy.

The first time I laid my eyes on him in the parking lot, it never occurred to me that he would turn out to be so cold. I saw him with this little brother, and he was talking calmly and playfully with him just like every other brother does to their younger sibling.