laughter lines [Loki]
Aug 21, 2014 21:45:23 GMT -5
Post by cass on Aug 21, 2014 21:45:23 GMT -5
I love it when it rains. Every tie the rain falls I am reminded of the day that changed my life forever. With every crack of lightning across the sky I can picture his face. As the lightning splits the sky, for a moment the world is illuminated in a brightness that defeats the dark and in that split second I was him for the first time. Mother says I've always been good at noticing things, that within seconds I can pick up a pattern and begin to solve a problem, but in those few seconds I was lost for words and the things I saw I could not fathom. The only thing that had registered in my mind had been the drenched figure of a boy. Then the darkness had returned and we had been thrown into a world as dark as his hair and his heart -- or so I am told.
I wake up to the memory of him disappearing into the night. A little while ago I'd wake up with a rapidly beating heart, words could not fathom the terror that instilled itself into my heart. But, you see, I was and had never been scared of him, from the moment I had first laid eyes on him I had not feared him. No, the reason why I grew scared was because I had never seen him since. Their were little signs here and there that his presence still roamed this land, but I feared for the day they'd disappear and Nezumi would be gone. Now, however, the fear has died, I can wash whatever remains of it with a bit of water as I slip into the bathroom opposite my bed. It was hard to remember a time when I had lived in a house five times the size of the one we now lived in. It was tiny and sat above the bakery my mother owned. My room was not even a fifth of the size of what I had once had, but I do not miss my old life.
It was worth losing everything for him.
The stairs down to the bakery have worn in over the past five years, "good morning mum!" I said, as I entered the bakery. My mother looks up from the bread she has just pulled out the oven. "Shion! I think I have figured out the recipe for the cherry pie, come try it for me." She beckons me over and I smile, reaching behind the counter to grab my apron, before knotting it around my waist. I worked five days a week at the garbage disposal place and I spent my weekends with my mother, helping her out in anyway I could.
It was a different life from what we were both accustomed to, but I didn't regret the decisions that had led to it all.
I wake up to the memory of him disappearing into the night. A little while ago I'd wake up with a rapidly beating heart, words could not fathom the terror that instilled itself into my heart. But, you see, I was and had never been scared of him, from the moment I had first laid eyes on him I had not feared him. No, the reason why I grew scared was because I had never seen him since. Their were little signs here and there that his presence still roamed this land, but I feared for the day they'd disappear and Nezumi would be gone. Now, however, the fear has died, I can wash whatever remains of it with a bit of water as I slip into the bathroom opposite my bed. It was hard to remember a time when I had lived in a house five times the size of the one we now lived in. It was tiny and sat above the bakery my mother owned. My room was not even a fifth of the size of what I had once had, but I do not miss my old life.
It was worth losing everything for him.
The stairs down to the bakery have worn in over the past five years, "good morning mum!" I said, as I entered the bakery. My mother looks up from the bread she has just pulled out the oven. "Shion! I think I have figured out the recipe for the cherry pie, come try it for me." She beckons me over and I smile, reaching behind the counter to grab my apron, before knotting it around my waist. I worked five days a week at the garbage disposal place and I spent my weekends with my mother, helping her out in anyway I could.
It was a different life from what we were both accustomed to, but I didn't regret the decisions that had led to it all.
{ look, within the uneasy pain,
see, is a breath
that's quietly lighting up ;
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see, is a breath
that's quietly lighting up ;
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