9:23 am, 5th of December 2002
It was a sunny morning when the"move express" truck came to view from one of Akaashi Keiji's window.
Tip-toeing to see more, Akaashi spotted a boy, probably his age, coming out from a car behind the truck, holding a hand that seemingly belongs to his mother as they enter the house beside Akaashi's.
The little boy had spiky color-clashed hair, he was holding an owl plushie and was wearing a toy story backpack. He had this charming joyful eyes that looked so alive, like there was nothing but joy in them. It was just a split second but he seemed to catch the boy glance at him.
A knock outside his door was heard and he rushed to it carefully to not step on legos that were scattered on his floor, or to not tear down the Jenga tower he's been building, and to not cripple the papers with his messy, colorful drawings.
He pass his little piano, which was a gift from his dad for his 5th birthday; he stands on a milk crate, for him to be able to reach the door knob and push open the door.
"Happy birthday, my angel." his father, Akaashi Kosuke, entered the room with a mask covering his visible grin, his eyes evidently sparks while looking at his son. He was holding a plate with a slice of a candled cake on his huge gloved hands.
Akaashi had a huge smile plastered in his beautifully carved face, a face even his father mistakens for the one's of an angel.
He savagely took the plate from his father's hands to put them in his'.
"Whoops, careful," his father chuckled, sitting down on his bed and placing his son on his lap. "Make a wish, Keiji."
Akaashi closed his eyes and wished before blowing out the single candle from his cake.
"What did you wish for hmm?" his father asked as Akaashi licks his chocolate-filled-finger.
"Mmm, I wished to go outside, daddy!" He spoke innocently, with a bright smile and pleading eyes. He, undeniably, deserves the world.
Forcing in the tears, Kosuke spoke, "I promise Keiji," he kissed his son's temples.
"You'll get better and you'll get out of this misery," he whispered to himself.
"I promise." he said aloud making his son smile in victory.
An hour had past before a few stories told and a cake eaten, with Keiji in his bed, reading the book his mom bought him a few days back. Akaashi Kosuke left his son's isolation room.
YOU ARE READING
ISOLATED
Fanfiction-a story about letting go "They say you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe on someone's hand, but I found much more beyond that, and I haven't even held his hand yet."
