The air was still and the flame hardly flickered. The candles set around the room were just steady enough to see the broad figure standing by but not enough to relive the darkness of the room. The wick blackened and the wax turned to liquid taking every inch of its body away. Its bittersweet color created an ombre shadow fiercely highlighting the teardrops slowly swimming down finding their place. Do it. don't be scared I'm here. With you.
A feeble voice arose but it was too quiet to hear what was said. The voice spoke once more, deepening this time.
"I-I'll do it. Whatever it makes to keep you happy".
His voice trailed off at the last few words.
The room got colder. There was no more than a shimmer of mist appearing that made the boy stand up and walk to the curtains, closing the windows hiding behind. A plastic plate filled with a salad dressing, mainly lettuce and tomatoes from yesterday evening dropped. He didn't turn around to pick it up, instead kept on walking forwards. Time wasn't to play with here. Completely unbothered, he took a seat on the floor once again. This time more firmer as if preparing for something. A few minutes passed. He barely batted an eyelid. Inhaling a large breath, he muttered and muttered. Muttering on and on not stopping to take a break. Each time the phrases were said, his confidence rose up and so did his voice. I'm always going to be with you. They aren't. A small smirk emerged from the side. He got up, rustled the white shirt straight and walked out of the room.
These weren't tears of sadness.
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Teen Fictionthis didn't happen by accident. you made the choice. you made the mistake of choosing to go there. now i can't really do anything more than satisfy my own needs. can i? - Krystal Montello is a girl with many secrets she has embedded into herself...
