The shutters are closed. The room is drenched in all the depressing hues I could see through the sunbeams that entered through the shutter holes. It was the only light coming in.I watched them cross the room,pass the bookcase and read the titles of the books out loud. Little by little I watched them sink to the end of the room and disappear. I put my hand close and suddenly they resurrected and started dancing in my palm happily. As time passed, they said goodbye to me... they left and let the darkness take over. I was also waiting.. I was waiting in misery for them to come again so that the room would be colored. Like I couldn't open the shutters or turn on the light.
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My Sunshine Is My Weakness
Short StoryΜια μικρή παράγραφος που απεικονίζει το πώς μπορεί να σε μαγέψει κάποιος, το κακό που μπορεί να σου προκαλέσει χωρίς να το καταλάβεις, την πονηριά όπου κρύβεται πίσω από τον άνθρωπο αλλά και το γεγονός ότι μάθαμε να τα ανεχόμαστε. A short paragraph...
