Nothing served more to contradict his mood than the thought of hope, and in a surge of rage he lashed out at the panes of scenes running parallel to himself, only to have them shatter at his mere touch alone. He felt around in the darkness for the shards, to find nothing, and trembling, he crumpled to the floor - his legs weak from running, his body fatigued from fleeing. The fragility of the constructs frightened the boy, for now he was all alone, shrouded in impenetrable darkness, accompanied only by the sound of his own sobs. 

Head dipped down, the boy couldn't see, but felt the soft solace of hands wrapping themselves around him, gently running through his matted hair, firmly squeezing his shoulder, or patting him in the back. The touch was comforting but with a tinge of unfamiliarity, like something he only imagined but never actually felt. Nevertheless he felt the concern and discerned the intent and sacrifice, accepting it gratefully in a way he realised would be hard to express.

Feeling ever so slightly less melancholic, the boy's sobs tapered off, but with that he heard the faint cries of someone else - it was a sound he recognised, yet never heard before, but with each sob drove waves of aching sadness through his center. As the sound reverberated through the dark space, tiny matted lights illuminated a trail ahead of him, pulsating gently, nudging him towards the source of the cries.

Each step he took along the subdued path relieved him of a small portion of the monumental weight he felt crushing upon his heart, and with it replaced an initially mild then strong feeling of concern. In the distance the boy made out a tiny figure, sitting on the floor, hands grabbing her knees and head tucked in. Her dainty stature shrouded in darkness ignited an instinctual sense of protection in the boy, a sense he developed either naturally or adopted through time - even though he had yet to identify her. Quickening his footsteps, his personal issues he shelved aside as he finally approached her.

Once he was close enough for the dim lights to illuminate her clearly, in a flash he recognised her, and suddenly all his worries seemed small in comparison to what lay before him. He got down beside her, and arm around shoulder, he pulled her tight, his body absorbing the shakes and tremors of her emotionally fragile frame. Few words were exchanged between the two, the soft words of comfort uttered between gradually fading muted sobs.

The scene of sorrow that filled his mind seemingly triggered all the emotional receptors in his brain responsible for feelings of guilt, pain, gut-wrenching loss and at the same time love and acceptance. Woven into her soundtrack of sadness was the guilt of knowledge of pain inflicted, the despair of loss, and haunting uncertainty over the decision made. The magnitude of this realisation slapped the boy hard across the face, sending his mind reeling around in his head and droplets of tears down his cheeks.

Then, in a moment of pure acceptance and serenity of mind, the boy cast all inkling of his personal sorrow from his mind, or shelved it in a dark recess, that he wasn't sure, and decided on the two words that he was going to say. As he opened his mouth, the scene around him began to change, items appeared in sight, slowly, like the gradual focus of a lens, and before him stood the girl - her features ever so wonderful, the look of sadness now vanished. Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment the boy saw the same fragility he witnessed before, but it disappeared.

With a soft touch on the girl's shoulder, the boy said, "I'm okay".

//

So this really took a long time to get done mainly because I started then stopped because the mood deserted me. The ending was slightly rushed and apologies if it doesn't make much sense - then again even if it were that much more coherent (by my standards) it's still quite abstract so well might be hard to get a good grasp on what it's all about. Though if you really want to know you're free to ask.

I guess it's all a giant metaphorical representation for internal struggles, and how some things really are bigger than ourselves and in the greater scheme of things sacrifices have to be made and other things covered up. Plus one can only hazard guesses as to thoughts of other people, at best we're taking shots in the dark with little hope of hitting anything.

Nothing served more to contradict his mood than the thought of hope, and in a surge of rage he lashed out at the panes of scenes running parallel to himself, only to have them shatter at his mere touch alone. He felt around in the darkness for the shards, to find nothing, and trembling, he crumpled to the floor - his legs weak from running, his body fatigued from fleeing. The fragility of the constructs frightened the boy, for now he was all alone, shrouded in impenetrable darkness, accompanied only by the sound of his own sobs. 

Head dipped down, the boy couldn't see, but felt the soft solace of hands wrapping themselves around him, gently running through his matted hair, firmly squeezing his shoulder, or patting him in the back. The touch was comforting but with a tinge of unfamiliarity, like something he only imagined but never actually felt. Nevertheless he felt the concern and discerned the intent and sacrifice, accepting it gratefully in a way he realised would be hard to express.

Feeling ever so slightly less melancholic, the boy's sobs tapered off, but with that he heard the faint cries of someone else - it was a sound he recognised, yet never heard before, but with each sob drove waves of aching sadness through his center. As the sound reverberated through the dark space, tiny matted lights illuminated a trail ahead of him, pulsating gently, nudging him towards the source of the cries.

Each step he took along the subdued path relieved him of a small portion of the monumental weight he felt crushing upon his heart, and with it replaced an initially mild then strong feeling of concern. In the distance the boy made out a tiny figure, sitting on the floor, hands grabbing her knees and head tucked in. Her dainty stature shrouded in darkness ignited an instinctual sense of protection in the boy, a sense he developed either naturally or adopted through time - even though he had yet to identify her. Quickening his footsteps, his personal issues he shelved aside as he finally approached her.

Once he was close enough for the dim lights to illuminate her clearly, in a flash he recognised her, and suddenly all his worries seemed small in comparison to what lay before him. He got down beside her, and arm around shoulder, he pulled her tight, his body absorbing the shakes and tremors of her emotionally fragile frame. Few words were exchanged between the two, the soft words of comfort uttered between gradually fading muted sobs.

The scene of sorrow that filled his mind seemingly triggered all the emotional receptors in his brain responsible for feelings of guilt, pain, gut-wrenching loss and at the same time love and acceptance. Woven into her soundtrack of sadness was the guilt of knowledge of pain inflicted, the despair of loss, and haunting uncertainty over the decision made. The magnitude of this realisation slapped the boy hard across the face, sending his mind reeling around in his head and droplets of tears down his cheeks.

Then, in a moment of pure acceptance and serenity of mind, the boy cast all inkling of his personal sorrow from his mind, or shelved it in a dark recess, that he wasn't sure, and decided on the two words that he was going to say. As he opened his mouth, the scene around him began to change, items appeared in sight, slowly, like the gradual focus of a lens, and before him stood the girl - her features ever so wonderful, the look of sadness now vanished. Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment the boy saw the same fragility he witnessed before, but it disappeared.

With a soft touch on the girl's shoulder, the boy said, "I'm okay".

//

So this really took a long time to get done mainly because I started then stopped because the mood deserted me. The ending was slightly rushed and apologies if it doesn't make much sense - then again even if it were that much more coherent (by my standards) it's still quite abstract so well might be hard to get a good grasp on what it's all about. Though if you really want to know you're free to ask.

I guess it's all a giant metaphorical representation for internal struggles, and how some things really are bigger than ourselves and in the greater scheme of things sacrifices have to be made and other things covered up. Plus one can only hazard guesses as to thoughts of other people, at best we're taking shots in the dark with little hope of hitting anything.