Chapter 2

And when fall comes, when the trees bare their uniqueness for the world to see, with every naked sight set to burden my soul, and as spite has it set, each flower withered with the wind. As cruel as your final gaze.

When Kevin woke up from the dream, he found a book right next to his bed, it had a black cover, tied with a navy ribbon. He looked at it with a lot of confusion as his mother has always been the kind to leave her novels anywhere after reading them, yet the book seemed to be out of place, there was a kind foreign-ness about it, more like it was not from this world to begin with, He opened the book gently, to satisfy his curiosity even with him being purely terrified about what he could potentially find in the book.

The fist page of the book was blank, and even though that did not seem weird at all to him he still questioned the blankness of the page.

The next page read:

Fate, …

And when the moon reminds me of your smile, when the shivers which you attentively pray to disappear,

with a singular drop, madly drawn to the blueness of your eyes. I await your soul’s slow demise.

Although Kevin could not understand what was meant by the words on the page, somehow his heart broke with every word he read, as if the words were somehow aimed at him. He somehow found himself in an endless loop of unfathomable feelings, as he thought he was about to drown from the piercing in his chest a sudden surge of rage started to make itself known, and as he felt himself drifting from his soul, the numbness of his hardened heart left him with a sense of emptiness.

When Kevin started to hear footsteps coming towards his room, he quickly got off his bed and placed the book neatly on his bed. Just as he was about to leave his room, his mother knocked on the door, followed by a “There was a letter for you in the mail Kevin.” He hurriedly opened the door to let his mother enter, but when he did open the door, his mother’s presence was not to be found, instead he found the letter which was supposedly addressed to him.

the letter which Kevin held in his hand was somewhat peculiar to him, from the sweetness of the pink coloured paper which it was written on, to the fragrance which it emitted towards him as he read it, the letter read,

To my beloved:

The thing about beauty has always been painful for me, and although I have seen the most beautiful sights which the world could ever offer, I still wished to find my own beauty.

Yes, it sounds cliché, yet when I saw this flower, I could only cry, it bloomed beautifully, basking in the rays of the sun as its gorgeous flowers shimmered brightly with wind which caressed it ever so gracefully. Although the flower was in a row of its kind, with their beautiful pinkish, heart-shaped petals, this flower shined more brightly with its purplish colour, and although it kept itself enclosed tightly, I could feel the sorrows it worked hard to keep inside.

I spent my whole day looking at the beautiful sight of this flower till the sun had finally set. When I did happen to notice the gorgeous colours of the sun as it waves its final goodbyes to the day it had accompanied, I could only smile peacefully at the sight I had been relentlessly given. Even so, the little purple flower still dwelled in its own sorrows.

And when evening had come, its purplish colour seemed to flourish the most, as the moist wind, throw its breeze at the flower, powerful enough to know a few of the other flowers of their spot, and still it stood firm on the spot, yet all I could do was fall in love with the beautiful embrace it gave me, so much that when the time for me to leave had arrived I grew hesitant towards the idea.

Kevin held on the book with a grip which could kill, and although his mind dwelled mostly on the words which he had read seconds ago, the words which he wasn't able to understand the reasoning behind them, he thought about the colour which the letter was written on, and pink had always had a particular trigger for him, a kind of sorrow which only his heart could recall, yet his mind grew weary of the sight of the colour, as a way for him to protect his fragile heart while giving himself a chance to be vulnerable with time.

The most peculiar thing about this particular morning was how his mother's presence somehow grew invisible with the morning, Kevin was sure about his mother having given him the letter, but his memory had an idea of playing games with him, thus he could only feel himself slowly drifting into his own imagination, clearly breaking to petal sized pieces of himself.

What if his mother was never there to begin with, what if he only imagined himself being given that letter?

not to mention. there letter had no return address or a specific name which showed that it was addressed to him to begin with.