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Fade Away Vodka Ryuki Mint
He was still under his own steam, loitering around with a nowhere direction. A boy who doesn’t know the meaning of neither love nor hatred. The cold chill of the wind and the atmosphere had never affected him. No one had ever heeded him, except for the kind old professor.
He sat down on the cold surface of the abandon stairs and rewinds the scene in his mind. The scene where everything he had faded, even hope. Tugging himself more into his knees, he put his head down and stoned. Slowly, the snow piled on him. Those vindictive passer-bys gave a disgusted look on the boy who was covered in silver white snow and whispered sordid words to each other. The boy realized this but he preferred to be in his own state of mind rather than escaping from those squalid words.
The sky turned dark in an instant, the black crows headed back to their respective homes but the boy was motionless in his position since hours ago. Out of the blue, a policeman knocked on the boy’s head to wake him up.
“Hey lil’ guy, you better head home now ya? Or your lad will fret about you.” He exclaimed.
The boy crawled out of the pile of snow, stood up instantly and saunters away without a reply or a nod. Like an intoxicated human, he strolled, following his-often-used path, the way home. Through the uncanny forest, the sinuous river, his happy memories flashed one by one and faded away. Finally, he halted at the dead end of the path, standing and staring with his empty eyes at his used-to-be warm home.
Accompanied by the voices of the forest, he pushed the creaking gates and made his way to the heavenly garden his “father” built, now stained with holy blood. He knelt down next to his “father’s” corpse which was surrounded by a swarm of mosquitoes and held his bloody pale, cold hands. Still staring into emptiness, he said, “Father, I’m sorry I’m not able to protect you, I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you sad. Father, speak to me. What am I suppose to do now? Why did you leave me, father?”
Upon moaning and weeping for a useless dead corpse, he stumbled upon a note grabbed tightly in his “father’s” clenched hands. Full of curiosity, he straightened and read it. It goes like this:
“To my only son,
You’ve been the light that guides my path of life. Because of you, everything is possible. Do not be down because of those teases of your peers; they are just jealous because you are my special son. I wrote this yesterday because I know that my surreal destiny will end today. It’s fate, my son. I’m leaving all my inheritance to you, keep the machine safe. Do not let them have a chance to own it, I’m counting on you.”
Then the boy flipped to the next page and it reads:
“I love to see that smile of yours, I’m sure we’ll meet again someday. From the day I created you, you’ve been my greatest and most precious son. Maybe you have not realize it, but I’ve always and will always love you as my only son. So keep on living to smile. You are not empty, you HAVE feelings. Be happy.
With love,
Your dearest father”
Silence filled the atmosphere for a jiffy and then everything was back to normal. One drop of tears started to roll down from the boy’s right eye, then more and more strewn down his cold cheek. For once, he was able to feel the eerie tears and an unforgettable feeling of touched sadness.
The rustle of the leaves of the trees, the noises of the sleepless owls, the sounds of droplets of water, and the quiet drop of snow, accompanied by the immense sadness of a young non-living boy under the starry sky was probably the most miraculous unrevealed phenomenon that occurred in years.
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"This was great! I loved it, such powerful descriptions and imagery. Fantastic " -- Rebecca.
"thanks again XD" -- Vodka R.yuki Mint.
"wonderful sci-fi story man! so imaginative, and u described the feelings so well, i love it! any sequel? cant wait * jump up and down*" -- Steph.
"hahaha! XD thanks steph. Alas, there are no sequel. but i will make more stories. thanks." -- Vodka R.yuki Mint.
"i love this one! it's so moving and makes me feel al ittle fuzzy inside! haha. write more stories like this okay?" -- anglia.
"ok ang. thanks." -- Vodka R.yuki Mint.
"I love the imagery in this piece I could feel the emotion poured into this.With every sentence that unfolded.Awesome job Vodka." -- Brian L.
"thank you Brian. XD " -- Vodka R.yuki Mint.
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