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Mornings come and nights fade away , spirits rebecame to their faded path , is it just destiny? , or everything is meant to be ?
Life may took a lot and give more , blessed antidote will be confirmed when the faith inside the fatal core will be honest more , and the new starts won't give that gleam again when they became fire so hard to make them fall down , that's how our vision of life should be explored , we are inspiring our path , we are willing to end up that start with who were we once upon time !
Our scared eyes won't give their bright look again and our fate is getting storms inside its pure batel with the soul's prayers , who gonna end up this war ? How will the sky get clear again ?
On that morning where the skies cried , that morning where the little kids had been token by their heart , that morning where the angle had astrayed to God to preserve the precious lives !
In that morning Dusk had cried , in that morning grandma died her last words were : « forgive my weakness , and give your life some time , never lose hope , and never stop searching for the truth ,, I'll fly tonight pray for my soul when my body get erased 》
Dusk was holding his grandmother 's warm hands that turned slowly to get cold . She closed her eyes that will never get opened again , her face looked like her ghost nothing to say or to complain . While dusl is setting bedside her rest his wild tear had fighted to get pressed , his first impact was about his lost soul , he bring out his sorrow to lose the most precious human being at his life , he quietly quite her room , so calm he marched to the top' s of that building he shouted so loudly , but so low his heart beats had became ,
SHE IS GONE ,,,
SHE LEFT ME HERE
Begging my hope to stay around me and never escape me
Suddenly he felt a ghost touching his shoulder he thought for a time that his grandma is here to take home but quickly that man's voice had been spelled so loudly inside our hero spirit the voice said : 《 destiny is written in our fronts , it's our decision to leave it's our choice to believe and it's duty on us to repay what we perhaps hoped to be , dear kid do not lose your faith a long chapter is willing to show up at us journey those days 》
For a while dusk had bite his tongue he couldn't believe that there's an unknown voice touching his mood
It was an imaginary vision for him it was nothing but a mirage but saldy that voice had a touchable source..
♤Those three days before her death , before her funeral had made his conscience, had built his maturity , this period was his bridge of discovering his own . He stayed the whole 3 nights with no food no worries just debating with himself to make it strong to bury .
He realised that he meets his fake parents at her funeral, he laughed so loudly while seeing them ,imagine how would you feel when a missed dear ghost appears after the never been , how would that feeling be like ?
Those actions had helped Dusk to became sombre , and obscure his own had became so darker so quiet to say a word♤
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He arrived home again and suddnly he noticed a shadow walking inside his dorm , he felt worry and so fast he took a knife to defend his own , he waited in the kitchen while hearing that sounds , in a fiction way that voice had been dressed in a yield man , a man who was looking so carefully at Dusk's moves he talked :《 aren't you lonely? 》
That voice was so familiar to Dusk' s ear , it reminds him of that top' building scary voice
With no moves dusk said : 《 who are you ? I've seen you at the hospital saying soft words , I've seen you at the funeral acting so close to her but I've never seen you with her alive 》
The voice had answered his words:《 that's how you welcome you new home mate ? 》
《I do not need anyone by me , take your care and go back to your home sir , I accept no weirdo by me 》 dusk said with a serious tone
The old man had gave some passionist looks at Dusk's face he looked so nice while saying: 《 this is my home , home here small child let me tell you a story 》
Dusk looked so afraid someone strange is inside his house pretending that it's his own home
Dusk marched slowly in his directiongetting closed to that old man till they sitted together in that kitchen
The old man said : 《 a knife?? Seriously , anyway let us make stuff clear I'm her Ex hisband ¡ 》
Dusk had missing for moments seeking that into reality or actuality or a just a white lie
Dusk said : 《 excuse my ignorance and how would I be sure about your words 》
The old man had showed him some box full of letters and pictures of his grandma
Dusk was speechless so powerless to accept that truth her showed him his wedding pictures and he gave to Dusk a letter that proves that it's all true
Dusk had hooded his breaths his face became so dead , the emotions inside him couldn't carry any new trumps after passing through that changes he asked the old man : 《 and why u are back now ? , she always told me that u are dead and I never saw u around 》
《 she had some harsh condictions forgave her sin 》
《So you are grandpa, I mean my fake grandpa ? 》 dusk said
《Actually yes and I'm back to take care of you now 》
Dusk had decided to leave that place for that night he couldn't believe what he is facing now everything is being a chaos and no one is helping, he needed some real supports he needed someone to give real cares someone who may truly make him calming down the only person that crossed her mind in that need is her friend or her secret love Andro as he calls her , he wrote a lot of poems just describing her madness ,her soft beauty , her beautiful mind and her magical care , he called her at 6p.m asking for help saying that he cannot spend that night lonely and that he is in a need for a talk she surly accepted that so he went to her place her parents loved him thinking that he shares her same passions, thinking that they are nothing more than friends, in the dark they meet each other looking to her with his empty eyes walking for having a warm hag to complete their horizon , he hold her so tightly while drafting some painful tears she doesn't resist it she knew what had he passed through . After a while he looked at her eyes saying that he doesn't feel the same anymore his fatal heart cannot carry anything anymore , he is praying to wake up from that nightmare she trampled her hands with his telling him that everything is gonna be alright she noticed the fear into his eyes and she deducted that he doesn't feel safe anymore . A teenager that had lived a lot in a short time , he told her the whole story that make her bring out with him under the light of their stars it was a clear night and a stunning moon and two lovers who tried to make their other half get better just while talking about that distress.
Life may took a lot and give more , blessed antidote will be confirmed when the faith inside the fatal core will be honest more , and the new starts won't give that gleam again when they became fire so hard to make them fall down , that's how our vision of life should be explored , we are inspiring our path , we are willing to end up that start with who were we once upon time !
Our scared eyes won't give their bright look again and our fate is getting storms inside its pure batel with the soul's prayers , who gonna end up this war ? How will the sky get clear again ?
On that morning where the skies cried , that morning where the little kids had been token by their heart , that morning where the angle had astrayed to God to preserve the precious lives !
In that morning Dusk had cried , in that morning grandma died her last words were : « forgive my weakness , and give your life some time , never lose hope , and never stop searching for the truth ,, I'll fly tonight pray for my soul when my body get erased 》
Dusk was holding his grandmother 's warm hands that turned slowly to get cold . She closed her eyes that will never get opened again , her face looked like her ghost nothing to say or to complain . While dusl is setting bedside her rest his wild tear had fighted to get pressed , his first impact was about his lost soul , he bring out his sorrow to lose the most precious human being at his life , he quietly quite her room , so calm he marched to the top' s of that building he shouted so loudly , but so low his heart beats had became ,
SHE IS GONE ,,,
SHE LEFT ME HERE
Begging my hope to stay around me and never escape me
Suddenly he felt a ghost touching his shoulder he thought for a time that his grandma is here to take home but quickly that man's voice had been spelled so loudly inside our hero spirit the voice said : 《 destiny is written in our fronts , it's our decision to leave it's our choice to believe and it's duty on us to repay what we perhaps hoped to be , dear kid do not lose your faith a long chapter is willing to show up at us journey those days 》
For a while dusk had bite his tongue he couldn't believe that there's an unknown voice touching his mood
It was an imaginary vision for him it was nothing but a mirage but saldy that voice had a touchable source..
♤Those three days before her death , before her funeral had made his conscience, had built his maturity , this period was his bridge of discovering his own . He stayed the whole 3 nights with no food no worries just debating with himself to make it strong to bury .
He realised that he meets his fake parents at her funeral, he laughed so loudly while seeing them ,imagine how would you feel when a missed dear ghost appears after the never been , how would that feeling be like ?
Those actions had helped Dusk to became sombre , and obscure his own had became so darker so quiet to say a word♤
●●●
He arrived home again and suddnly he noticed a shadow walking inside his dorm , he felt worry and so fast he took a knife to defend his own , he waited in the kitchen while hearing that sounds , in a fiction way that voice had been dressed in a yield man , a man who was looking so carefully at Dusk's moves he talked :《 aren't you lonely? 》
That voice was so familiar to Dusk' s ear , it reminds him of that top' building scary voice
With no moves dusk said : 《 who are you ? I've seen you at the hospital saying soft words , I've seen you at the funeral acting so close to her but I've never seen you with her alive 》
The voice had answered his words:《 that's how you welcome you new home mate ? 》
《I do not need anyone by me , take your care and go back to your home sir , I accept no weirdo by me 》 dusk said with a serious tone
The old man had gave some passionist looks at Dusk's face he looked so nice while saying: 《 this is my home , home here small child let me tell you a story 》
Dusk looked so afraid someone strange is inside his house pretending that it's his own home
Dusk marched slowly in his directiongetting closed to that old man till they sitted together in that kitchen
The old man said : 《 a knife?? Seriously , anyway let us make stuff clear I'm her Ex hisband ¡ 》
Dusk had missing for moments seeking that into reality or actuality or a just a white lie
Dusk said : 《 excuse my ignorance and how would I be sure about your words 》
The old man had showed him some box full of letters and pictures of his grandma
Dusk was speechless so powerless to accept that truth her showed him his wedding pictures and he gave to Dusk a letter that proves that it's all true
Dusk had hooded his breaths his face became so dead , the emotions inside him couldn't carry any new trumps after passing through that changes he asked the old man : 《 and why u are back now ? , she always told me that u are dead and I never saw u around 》
《 she had some harsh condictions forgave her sin 》
《So you are grandpa, I mean my fake grandpa ? 》 dusk said
《Actually yes and I'm back to take care of you now 》
Dusk had decided to leave that place for that night he couldn't believe what he is facing now everything is being a chaos and no one is helping, he needed some real supports he needed someone to give real cares someone who may truly make him calming down the only person that crossed her mind in that need is her friend or her secret love Andro as he calls her , he wrote a lot of poems just describing her madness ,her soft beauty , her beautiful mind and her magical care , he called her at 6p.m asking for help saying that he cannot spend that night lonely and that he is in a need for a talk she surly accepted that so he went to her place her parents loved him thinking that he shares her same passions, thinking that they are nothing more than friends, in the dark they meet each other looking to her with his empty eyes walking for having a warm hag to complete their horizon , he hold her so tightly while drafting some painful tears she doesn't resist it she knew what had he passed through . After a while he looked at her eyes saying that he doesn't feel the same anymore his fatal heart cannot carry anything anymore , he is praying to wake up from that nightmare she trampled her hands with his telling him that everything is gonna be alright she noticed the fear into his eyes and she deducted that he doesn't feel safe anymore . A teenager that had lived a lot in a short time , he told her the whole story that make her bring out with him under the light of their stars it was a clear night and a stunning moon and two lovers who tried to make their other half get better just while talking about that distress.
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