"I never asked for friendship, yet you gave it to me."
An introvert who likes to go outdoors. An extrovert who's friends with one person at a time.
Summer's daytime lasts longer than the night, inviting everyone out to play. Sabito, a child who's l...
A lady dressed in a snowy white gown strode towards me, holding her arms out. She glided across the ground, her dress falling behind her. As she came closer, her image became less hazy. She knelt down and cupped my face in her hands, and she bore a sad, soft smile along her thin lips.
She looked like aunt Gemma, but she didn't act like her at all. Her voice dripped like liquid gold; serene and soothing, and it almost put me to sleep. But her beauty was what kept my eyes wide open. Her flowing ginger hair glowed and shone, and a blue and black butterfly sat on the side of her head. Her hands were smooth and soft to the touch as she caressed my cheek, tenderness leaving a trail of her strokes. A silvery tear slid down her porcelain skin, but she held onto her smile.
"Don't worry, my dear," a deep, familiar voice said.
Dad?
He crouched beside her, a dark suit contrasting with her ivory gown. His eyes looked tired but kind, and his face had lines of worry along his forehead. He was wearing the same suit he wore to work. He took a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and dabbed my mother's face, drying her tears.
"Our son is a strong young man. He can do anything."
She looked back at dad with uncertainty, but the smile he wore was able to convince her.
"Really?"
He nodded in response.
"Oh, I'm so glad... so glad to hear that." she cried, smoothing my hair, "I'm so sorry I couldn't comfort you when you let out your first cries. I'm so, so sorry..." she said, her voice trembling.
No, it's ok, mum. I forgive you.
"And I'm sorry for leaving you alone."
Dad, it's ok... it wasn't your fault...
"If you ever need us, just look up at the sky, and we'll wave back to you." mum told me, "We'll always be there for you."
"Always," dad added.
"It's time for you to go back home now."
No, I want to stay with you.
"Sabito, we'll never leave," they said in unison.
Really?
A mighty wind enveloped itself around me and ingested me into its gut. I wanted to scream, but there was no air to cling onto. My mouth flailed open, and I could feel the pressure whack me across my face.
I was falling.
A classic way to end a dream
Stop.
Are you to tell me that was nothing but a fantasy?
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