Vista

For some reason unknown to me, I started shaking. It was so strong. I felt something I'd never felt before. All my life, I believed I was the only force that could put me in whatever position I wanted.

Coupled with the fact that I was on drugs and I was still recovering, I felt my head spin around the room. Then, I fell on the ground. I felt a weight leaving my body. However, it was taking time to leave, so I stayed in that position and let myself sleep under that force that took me to the ground.

"Whatever this view is, it's beautiful."

I saw a big painting before me. It was bright and precious, and I smiled. The small boy that I was reached out to touch the colors spread out on it, but I couldn't reach.

"Do you want it?" A masculine voice asked. Before he could finish, I nodded my head in excitement.

"Here you go."

"How much is it, please?"

"It's free. It's yours. You can hang it on your bedroom wall and stare at it whenever you want."

"Why won't you let me pay?"

"Because it's so costly. You can't buy it. Even if your mum were here, she wouldn't afford to get it for you."

"That's so bad," I looked down. "If I take this home, everyone will think I stole it. I have to buy it."

"If they think so, tell them you got it here."

I sighed. And I looked at it again. "Thank you."

I turned to leave. "I'm Ethan. Can I know your name?"

When I turned, he was out of sight.

"Hello?" I started searching for him everywhere. "Hello? You promised me to come back."

I sighed again. "How is everyone going to believe me?" I murmured, head bowed low. Then, I took the painting home.