My curtain was slightly open and I stared at my backyard, noticing how the grass was a little overgrown in the large clearing, how the orange lights in the gazebo gave the green and white wood a porcelain look, and how the many trees appeared like gentle giants in the night. It was all so beautiful and tranquil.
I sighed, closing my eyes and allowing the flow of imagination wander within me and open doors that I never thought possible to open, then again, they have opened before, but for some reason, every time they open, I am left in awe, overwhelmed with excitement, sadness, and love.
His presence stood out in the clearing. I watched him sit by the large marble angel statue with his arms resting on his bent knees, his wild hair fell over his eyes and curled around his ears. His gray eyes resembled broken glass against his warm skin. His eyes shifted over to the large, thick trees and he stared at their still branches his mind wandering too.
I knew we were thinking the exact same thing in that exact moment. He was thinking of his life, the abnormality of it, the unexpected twists and turns, the people he loved, wanted to love, and could never love again.
I thought of his life as well. His story is so amazing, so real and genuine. I wanted with everything in me to be able to tell his story to others. To show everyone his goodness, what he went through and what is to come for him.
He stood and began to walk back to the house, his hands tucked away in his pockets, his head held up, his expression calm, peaceful.
In that second I knew that he trusted me. I knew he had faith in me to tell his story. Whether people love him or not, whether they understand and care is a chance I am willing to take with this story, because honestly, it is a great story.
It is a story that reveals the many forms of love, the truth about life and its absurdity, the evil that people can posses, freedom, and what some people will give up and sacrifice for others.
He stopped walking and smiled, turning one side of his lip up.
I smiled in return.
Just like that I dove into his story with his voice so clear it would have been impossible to miss a word.
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