Phantasmal

Her

Chapter 1.

Dustin, lived with his accompaniment of none in a house, could be considered as an egg shell. With the melancholic saturation of mind, insomnia felt more like hypersomnia to him, sudden jerks of thought troubled him from the arteries of his brain. What could've happened to him to be in such state? As of us, his mind also consists of nothing but emptiness about the reason.

Dustin, woke up one not so fine morning with the sunlit view of his window thrashing rays of light on his light skin. His blue eyes gazed open with a narrow vision. 
Far across no vision of joy seemed to be normal to him. Dustin, crossed one more day followed by many on his 'crossy-day calender', which had less dates, more crosses on them. Seemed to have passed one more dull day of achieving nothing.

This guy seems to be disappointing to every molecules of his touch, although the thing that helped him overcome his state of dullness was helping him a little to potray what his mind was telling, his art.
The room where he crafted his brain onto a paper was full of paper crumbs here and there with a dustbin full of waste and a paper on table top scratched with graphite potraying a good face of nothing. He did not enter the room although, him giving a nice touchy look to the paper seemed to have a deep impact upon him.
As the great author said,"Let it be known to the birthgiver that my stomach consists of nothing but emptiness", but here, let it be known to the depressant that the mortal human body needs to have something in the stomach to atleast feel depressed. Stomach signaling him on the very next moment to have it maybe not fully full but some bites of something might be good, Dustin went to have his breakfast only to see he had a whole pack of corn flakes left in his cupboard which, yes, was left with few flakes. Milk? Yes, God gave him some fortune to atleast have a glass of milk left over.
Just one sip of milk and a few flakes of corn triggered the interneural connections which led to the pumping of blood resulting in the formation of that same face of a girl looking like nothing but something that would make him crawl with headache and a bloody blue eye!

Chapter 2

Waking up from such a nerve shivering dream with drops of dew like tears in eyes felt like nothing to him now. These dreams might seem to hurt him from the view of our eyes but in the reality these are the thoughts which are giving some more time to Dustin to rehabilitate his mind within.

Dustin has been through waves of life, making him to launch from the cage of his house at an infant of his twenties. Dustin was a kind of guy, most of us would relate with, misunderstood by every action of his life, trying to reach the desired place in everyone's heart. To him, his own habitat became a maddening site, disenchanted by his own. Love, was more like a war to him. In the war of love the love was considered. Love was not his cup of tea, It doesn't matter with whom.

The dream he had, started to be worsening from the moment everything was opposite to him. Dustin before cherished those few sweet sight of nothing.

Mind drew a storyline with an angel like protagonist in it, in where, the angel was looking like a neon fly. A girl, eyes like ocean, lips of cotton and, and nothing in sight