Tears trickled down his cheek, he screams out for people to help him, silently.
His sister and cousin are in the neighboring room, they are laughing. They are unaware of their relative’s sadness, unaware of his presence in the room, his mother walks in the room and asks where he is.
They say they don’t know.
He wipes away the tears from his eyes and tries to pick himself up, but he could not seem to. For every time he tried tears would flow out and make him remember how weak he is.
He hates feeling weak.
“I’m here, you know,” he says. Trying to regain his composure. His mother comes in and sits next to him. She always knows when there is something wrong with him, he likes that she is always observant. But she is usually the cause of all his sadness and anger, basically all his negative emotions but then again he has something against the entire human race.
We shall not go deeper into that.
He goes outside and socializes with the crowd in the hall. He thinks about a girl; a girl in his imagination. No one knows this girl he is thinking about, only he does, he finds her very similar to himself. It might be because she is a reflection of him
She does not have a name, or at least he has not named her, yet, he does not know if he will. She has a family but they will not be spoken of. She is an interesting character according to him.
He decides her name will be Keela.
Keela also has something against humans, she is giving up on them actually, and she finds them annoying, loud and disgusting. Which are exactly his thoughts on them too. He likes her very much.
It’s a shame she is not real.
He thinks about her very often and becomes disappointed and upset at the fact that she is not real.
He has written stories before, three in total none of them has been published or seen by the public. Three is not a big number but he is still proud of his works. After writing he had no ounce of inspiration to write.
Until today,
He decided that he would write about her, his beloved.
Today we spent the morning in the field, just lying down in the grass holding hands and staring out at the clouds. We did not say much to each other, but the moment still felt special.
She decided to cook for dinner; we had a delightful dinner at the table draped with a white tablecloth, two lit candles and two glasses of white wine. After dinner we go out to the balcony hand in hand watching the sunset beyond the horizon.
We turned to face each other. I slid my hand to her warm cheek and slowly brought her beautiful face closer to mine. Gently using my thumb to separate her lips. She looks at me, I look at her.
We kiss
Our lips were locked together to be honest it was my first kiss, our bodies heated up and we parted lips.
She was embarrassed I could tell at least that for a moment I felt as if we were one.
