Behind the Fairytales

Behind the Fairytales
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Sunday, August 3, 2014

☓ 1. Black Paint

 Was now completely empty, without having to wait for anyone. Was her fault, yes, Kristie knew that, but who deserved to be in the wet and cold ground now was not either, but the cause of it all. 
 The events took his sleep and tormented her while she was awake. There was not a single night that this accident did not release him from his consciousness and create life itself. It made her afraid to sleep and caused her to create nocturnal sleep to escape, but all that did was in vain. Kristie was stuck in the past and hurting more and more. 
 Aiden sent her letters, pictures and all sorts of thing and it made she remember the moments that had surrounded her room. She took a letter every drawer, but had not the courage to read. With a black ink pen, she began painting unconsciously thinking about the boy was missing and you would not find another person like him. Aiden was his friend since they were babies and always grew up together as brothers and best friends. Had little time Kristie began to feel something more for him and only a month they had begun dating. His feeling was stifled by the rest of his life, because he had no time to show him how much she needed a company. 
 At least tonight her mind was quiet as he let his hand worked quietly in the drawing. 
 When he finished, he saw the image of a tree losing leaves ccom wind and shadow a crouching on the ground with wings coming out of the back, perhaps a vision of the soul Aiden, who was no longer there. That was not much meaning, since he would not be there to see it. He lay down on the bed and decided to sleep with the breeze 

- Should I go there? 
- Yes From now on you will be a guardian to take care of this case specifically. 
- And what makes you think I'm good at that sort of thing? 
- It was long lived obervando humans therefore knows more than all of us on this factor. Also - the man pointed to the window - you see how it all happened. 
- I was not raised to comfort and care for humans. 
- We all know not, but is your mission from now. 
 The boy tensed muscles. 
- What if there were some unforeseen? 
 The man smiled. 
- This is very likely, but we can not do anything to stop. After all, their work is based on these risks. 
- I'm not liking it one bit. 
 The man shrugged before walking away. 
- What you think is not my problem. Just stay anonymous for a while. If you notice that their services can be dispensed with, go home. 
 The boy did not answer. He sat quietly on the roof and watched the sunrise of a new day, coming lazily to humans. The morning light began to come through the windows, bringing warmth and hope for earthly creatures. He did not need any of that, however was tasked with bringing hope for an ordinary human being, who had absolutely nothing special except for the fact it is still extremely young and on the verge of a state of madness and suicide. 
 He heard the sound of a purr to him and his hand touched something soft and furry. It was the white tiger Alexy, whose sleep was lost by touching the boy. 
- No need to look at me that way. How would I know you were here? Well, at least I have you for company. 
 Tiger handed him a folded paper into four parts, but he was completely blank and no written on it. 
- Are you kidding me? It has nothing written here! 
 The animal made no sound. Bowed its head and fell asleep again

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