Hopes.
Title: Hopes
Pairing: Zelo (And no one, no ships here.)
Rating: R
Notes: It's a really short drabble.
It is getting darker as the sun makes its way towards the other side of the earth, leaving us with a million stars and the moon shining above us. The flowers close, keeping all their carefully collected sunshine under their colored, delicate leaves. Most animals try to find a place to hide for the night, or go out to feed themselves. The trees get a scary silhouette, their branches shadowing most parts of the ground. The autumn leaves slowly blow away with the wave of a light breeze, falling down further away from where they used to be, to die alone, making place for new life.
That is exactly what I am doing now, hiding away in the darkness, where no one will find me, making place for new life. The loneliness of the streets makes me feel much better than every place ever would. It is somehow calming to see all these wonders of nature which are just like me. Something made for another to survive, collecting everything that others need. Bright eyes of a crow follow my moves, he screeched as I near him.
The streetlights surrounding the path, are just barely working, setting the place in a dim light. Dead leaves crunch under my worn-out sneakers, I am stepping on the death. This place where I am right now is a abandoned town. Which is surprising, because it’s in a perfect condition and I don’t see why no one would live in such a wonderful town. But as egocentric as I was always told I am; the better it is for me, because I have it all for myself.
Fireflies circle around above the damp grass, a track of light following behind them. It must be amazing to give light to things, instead of sucking it all in, just like flowers. But they, unlike me, give something back. They give air, they give certain things back. I just take and take, never giving anything back, never able to give anything back.
I keep wondering why I’m still alive, why haven’t I ended it all? No one needs me anymore now. I’m already gone out of their lives, why not for good? Every day feels like a cold, lonely winter day, with only the hope that something good will come after to keep me waiting. I know that something good will never come, that’s just a foolish illusion. But illusion or not, I want it to happen. So I wait. I’ve waited. I’ve waited for a month for a sign that someone will make my hopes not useless.
In the month that I’ve been sauntering around, I’ve managed to stay alive by eating food out of the cans in abandoned houses and sleeping there. Always egocentric, doing everything to stay alive, for just one small hope.
Suddenly, all the animals stop their movements. Their ears move to find a sound unnoticeable for humans. All of them quietly, but quickly, run to hide. The place gets horribly quiet after that. Even the sounds of the waving branches is gone. A headlight of a car nears the park. And now, I know that this is the hope that I’ve waited for. I start to run towards the street, not stopping until I’m in sight of the car, spreading my arms to make him stop. He doesn’t.
Pairing: Zelo (And no one, no ships here.)
Rating: R
Notes: It's a really short drabble.
It is getting darker as the sun makes its way towards the other side of the earth, leaving us with a million stars and the moon shining above us. The flowers close, keeping all their carefully collected sunshine under their colored, delicate leaves. Most animals try to find a place to hide for the night, or go out to feed themselves. The trees get a scary silhouette, their branches shadowing most parts of the ground. The autumn leaves slowly blow away with the wave of a light breeze, falling down further away from where they used to be, to die alone, making place for new life.
That is exactly what I am doing now, hiding away in the darkness, where no one will find me, making place for new life. The loneliness of the streets makes me feel much better than every place ever would. It is somehow calming to see all these wonders of nature which are just like me. Something made for another to survive, collecting everything that others need. Bright eyes of a crow follow my moves, he screeched as I near him.
The streetlights surrounding the path, are just barely working, setting the place in a dim light. Dead leaves crunch under my worn-out sneakers, I am stepping on the death. This place where I am right now is a abandoned town. Which is surprising, because it’s in a perfect condition and I don’t see why no one would live in such a wonderful town. But as egocentric as I was always told I am; the better it is for me, because I have it all for myself.
Fireflies circle around above the damp grass, a track of light following behind them. It must be amazing to give light to things, instead of sucking it all in, just like flowers. But they, unlike me, give something back. They give air, they give certain things back. I just take and take, never giving anything back, never able to give anything back.
I keep wondering why I’m still alive, why haven’t I ended it all? No one needs me anymore now. I’m already gone out of their lives, why not for good? Every day feels like a cold, lonely winter day, with only the hope that something good will come after to keep me waiting. I know that something good will never come, that’s just a foolish illusion. But illusion or not, I want it to happen. So I wait. I’ve waited. I’ve waited for a month for a sign that someone will make my hopes not useless.
In the month that I’ve been sauntering around, I’ve managed to stay alive by eating food out of the cans in abandoned houses and sleeping there. Always egocentric, doing everything to stay alive, for just one small hope.
Suddenly, all the animals stop their movements. Their ears move to find a sound unnoticeable for humans. All of them quietly, but quickly, run to hide. The place gets horribly quiet after that. Even the sounds of the waving branches is gone. A headlight of a car nears the park. And now, I know that this is the hope that I’ve waited for. I start to run towards the street, not stopping until I’m in sight of the car, spreading my arms to make him stop. He doesn’t.