CHAPTER 3 (Jimmy)

The wild sun plays to touch my dark skin. I am feeling a live. Live. Nice sensation. How much I was missing the real life...

Here I am. Somewhere you probably don't know. The high trees look like paper castles, stroking the sky. All around me is green, as lies. The nature seems to whisper me the road to the city. I don't know why, but inside this lush forest I am not feeling lost. So I walk, walk in the rain, in the dark night, in the seconds, minutes, hours...a labyrinth of time.

Finally, I do get rid of the skin of innocence. I am not a child any more. And I am not like Peter Pan, I really want to grow with the years, and one far day close my eyes in an eternal dream.

I am in the city. One city more in this world...the name doesn't matter. Here nobody cares about your nothing. So lonely, as ever, I continue my adventure in this new spider web of skycrapers. I admire every new discovery agreement: the elevator, the amazing shops of the central street, the posters of lights, the tides of people going to some unknown place...

Under ground.

What is this? I just want to see. So I go down the stairs with all types of people, angels and demons of this hostile place called Earth. I am not sure who is who...they deceive the appearance.

In a moment of confusion something pushes me into the arms of someone. Someone confused, that maybe is as he looks. Because sometimes, only sometimes, the things seem as they look. He. Maybe a sweet demon. He catches me, and fortunately, I don't fall.

Oh! Thanks.

(He should be your character, to can start a history together. React as you want. Willing to mess you up. With love. Jimmy♥)

CHAPTER 2 (Nikolaus)

He is lying on the cold ground. Cold as his feelings and the environment. He is done with the world and his life. 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 the sun which was tickling his skin.

He stands up, slowly and carefully , he feels how the world pressed him down. Pressure which has it origins roots in disappointment. Disappointment fueled by bad experiences, he will never forget. He goes to the window to take a look outside. Sun, blue sky, but the world seems so foreign and different as if he had lost his eyesight.

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 plays, 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 )