Here I am, where the destiny made me born, between tulip petals wich the spring brought after a cold winter. I am bored as usually. The beauty of the new season does not make me feel as when i was a child. Now the garden has not fairies, and the bugs are not my friends. It seems that a thousand years have passed since then. My world isn't big enough to hold all my dreams
Today is a normal day, an other in the calendar, nothing important. Not for anybody. But maybe, this negligible moment is decisive for my future. Yes, my future, this big monster that plays to catch me. I have to do something with him before he hunts me.
Should I make a decision?
Okay. I am ready to leave my house. It has been a long time since It ceased to be my home. Well, I know, this will be the adventure of my life. I confess, I am afraid. But I have to go away, as quickly as I can, I can not stand living in this boring heaven. I want to escape the angels butterfly wings. I need to know more about the world, how it is to play with a match and swim in gasoline, how is love, how it hurts, how is it hate, how expensive it is. I want to try to be evil. Amusingly bad. Like a black angel.
I do not want to wear pink, or politely drinking tea. I want to wear black, grey and red. I want to drink beers and succumb to alcohol arms. I want to skip the rules, because I got tired of being a good girl.
So i take all my things and i put it into a big bag. I go away. Goodbye heaven, hello world.
(A short first chapter to present the wild spirit of my character)
He is lying on the cold ground. Cold as his feelings and the environment. He is done with the world and his live. Bleakness surrounds his mind. Shadows have taken possession of him and captured his dreams, put them in a cage and he lost the key to open it. He lost it because he forgets to live, lost the odor of rain, lost the feeling from sun which was tickling his skin.
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He feels like a light from a small candle, which is running away from the wind who wants to capture and wipe it out. He was unprotected, helpless. A game that the wind play, again and again. He, the small light will never have a chance to stand still, to calm down, he is dragged around by the wind. He knows that someday the wind will come and blow him out. And then nobody will remember the existence of him, he will be gone.
Cold.
(first chapter of my character which shows the melancholic site of him )