Someone who had lived being called and treated as a monster because of their abilities decided that their life goal was to become 'normal,' believing that they could be liberated from their suffering at the hands of those who targeted them just because they were different. Freedom and happiness were just two of the things they sought out in this cruel world.
Further along in his lifetime, he lived like any other person would, but he never gained the happiness he thought he could by acting normal like others. Freedom? He gained freedom from the bullies of society, yeah, but in the process, he caged himself, throwing that momentary freedom through the bars of the cage he made his home. Tired of pretending to be something he's not, and tired of feeling ashamed of who and what he is, he manages to return to his original lifestyle, unlocking the cage for which he held the keys to all along.
After returning to his original lifestyle, he fell in love, but kept his love hidden because he believed it could only be a dream for it to be fulfilled. Surprisingly, his crush confesses to him first, and the only response he can give is, "But I'm a monster!" Here's the response he gets:
A Dead Soul's Wish For Another To Live ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Up in the home of angels I await the presence of you I know your time will come And I so very much want it to But at the same time I wish with all my heart That we never meet again I don’t want to see you here I want to watch you smile As you breathe in oxygen Freeing a laugh In a world of both smiles and sin Yes, I want you to live No matter how great your will is To hold on to my hand or soul And to keep me close I want you to forget and let go Just let me watch from a distance On this swing of reminiscence All the things I’ll be missing Stray from the thoughts of me Don’t think of me even as you sleep Live your life to the fullest Dreaming dreams worth dreaming Then chasing and fulfilling them I’ll think of me for you instead Together we’ll be in my own dreams If you must remember something Then remember just one thing: Don’t be discouraged Grieve it all away Mourn ‘Til you’ve forgotten what for And when the time comes Where I’m but a fragmented memory Still know That someone who loves you dearly Is watching over And silently protecting A certain somebody That is you
*The girl on the swing is the dead soul & the shadow is the shadow of, I guess what you could call, her imaginary friend and/or lover who is still alive cuz remember she said that she'll remember the both of them together for him who she hopes forgets her (if that makes sense)
Alas, hope is a fickle thing Much like the weather And the storms it brings Raging, unstable creatures Indifferent to the destruction Caused by gales, floods, and bolts Of which they flaunt as trophies Won by their natural, calamitous prowess
You could imagine the dread That most plants suffer through When such a creature Decides to wander Through someone's unlucky territory And it just so happened that Marked with an X On the map of a hurricane Was a certain patch of land Inhabited by a bunny and dandelion
Unaware of the storm On course towards their place The dandelion and her rabbit And the rabbit and his dandelion Lived through the day Like they normally would Lived through the moments Like all forms of life should
His ignorance aside, The days marched by, Each like any other- With the phases Of a faceless moon, And the ascending and setting Of a universe’s gem.
The worries she kept Clung to her roots, Which embedded themselves In soil of feigned forgetfulness, Meanwhile, On the surface, She lived in the moment, Rather, many moments Full of contentment, For, finally, Gone was her loneliness Like evaporated puddles After showers in the hottest of summers.
Sharing these moments with her, Was the bunny she befriended And loved dearly. He was her light, One who outshone Even the rays That gave a semblance of warmth In the cold darkness Of her once lonely days, And it was this light Which she hoped to bask in For all the ones to come.
And that memory of meeting Began a new beginning For the rabbit and dandelion, As their fondness for each other Sprouted, like any other blossom Looking for a blessing from the sun.
Together they spent their days, Always in that same patch, Each new dawn Spawning a deeper relationship, Leading to tender nose kisses, And talks going on and on, As if tomorrow would never come.
In an intimate moment, The bunny rabbit Sincerely promised, To forever and always, Protect and stand by The fluffy dandelion.
In response, The dandelion blushed, But seconds later, A sadness bloomed in her eyes, Then, as she was about to divulge Something seemingly important, She stopped herself, hesitating, Her bravery uprooted- wavering.
That day, her words remained Unspoken and buried deep, The bunny, however, Didn’t notice her momentary hesitancy, As he was blinded by The overflowing streams of love For his little Miss Dandelion.
This is basically the same thing that happened in the first part..sorry to drag it on, but I tend to change up perspectives often, so please bear with me- hmm now that I think about it.. maybe that's my style of writing idk♀️ ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
[Untitled for now] ~•Part Two•~
With sparkles in his eyes, He stared at the beauty before him, Wondering how to get acquainted With the lovely Miss Dandelion. What should he do, What should he say To get her attention In a memorable way?
But he didn't get to think much, For his body acted without him realizing, Forward he sprung, Towards his love at first sight, Wait, wait, wait, His brain caught up, A sudden stop, His feet were caught By nervousness and realization, Suddenly aware of his actions, His mind got lost in a labyrinth, Pondering where to go from there, But it was too late To think of his next move, For she turned around, Just in time To see his dazed appearance.
Surprisingly, She looked upon him kindly, As apparently, He gave her a good first impression, Though he could've made some noise Rather than giving her a startle, Then she waited for his greeting, Which came no second later.
With a stutter, He said few words, Barely enough to make a sentence, But this unintended confrontation Reaped an intended, accomplished mission, For it definitely was An unexpected encounter to be remembered.
I entered the class Picked up my marker Turned to write on my white board and Suddenly all the students started laughing. Being curious about it I wanted them to share the reason for their laughter. One girl stood up and said "Sir, don't you know how to walk in rains??!!" And the whole class giggled again. There were mud splatters all over my back. And my black jeans was highlighting them even more.
I guess I really don't know how to walk in rains. Or Maybe I just don't care about how I walk. I want to walk freely and let my slippers be the Picasso painting those mud splatters on my back. I don't care maybe because mom never scolded me for ruining my clothes this way. They ask me astonishingly, "Why aunty doesn't scold you for this?" Now I think that too I wonder why?? She would scold me for many illogical reasons but never for these mud splatters.(maybe she used to do the same)
I really love rains for many reasons. I look up in the sky with my eyes closed, Open them slowly to watch the raindrops falling from the sky, And then Love blinking them like a kid as all these drops try their best not to let my eyes open and I try to conquer them with my eyelashes.
I love rains for many reasons. Whenever it rains, I used to run and grab my notebook to tear out a brand new page from the back side but before I could tear it, mom would come yelling not to waste new pages and replace it with an old newspaper. I would ask her to give 5 more newspapers and then distribute it to all my friends in neighbourhood to give company to my boat racing slowly, competing with all the other boats in gushing streams of water. But today, I realize how a lone paper boat looks like in the middle of calm stagnant water.
I love rains for many reasons. I used to run out into the verandah, dancing goofily on the pitter-patter of the raindrops, come back and stand under the fan shivering like an old lady and would get caught by cold afterwards. And would enjoy the extra care given by my mom taking leave from the school. She would give me soup, rub Vicks on my chest and caress me to sleep. Today, I try to drench myself in rains for hours but now I've turned immune to both cold and care.
My students asked me "Don't you know how to walk in rains?!" I replied, "I have just learned walking"