Behind the Fairytales

Behind the Fairytales
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Sunday, August 24, 2014

⌘Ⅲ. The wounds are hidden

 They say that the world is constantly changing, but the truth is that everything remains the same. Houses, buildings, all have the same shape, the same grounds. People change place, but do not bother to change the place to create something new for the future. They prefer to live in the past forever. 
 Date Collins thought the opposite of all that. He wanted to advance the time as best he could. For him, the past was like a dead weight on his back and needed to disappear. Anyway, the boy knew he could not get rid of the ghost that haunted him. Date not believe in ghosts or anything related to dead people still among the living, however no doubt that the destination was traced by their influence. 
 He heard a deep howl near the wheat fields. same lobe that day still wandered up there, as he and the house, which was still kept for no reason. In his mind, that place should have been destroyed and not kept as he remembered those years, after all, Date could not enter that house by a promise he made to himself after seeing one his dearest die so he could disappear from those fields. Anyway, he was there again; lost and lonely. 

 Sitting among the flowers, the memories began to invade his mind without asking permission. He was determined to forget, but so far failed to do so completely. 
 A wolf came toward him, pulling him by the shirt so that he was standing. 
- What do you want? 
 The wolf growled and looked out a window. Date followed the gaze of the wolf and saw the figure of a person. The anatomy of the shadow, was granted the fact that it was a woman, but age was impossible to tell. The boy was approaching cautiously and the room lights were turned off. Yes, he remembered that room. It was the room he shared with his younger sister since I had moved here. However, now that room was no longer his. Was an invasive girl, who surely did not know half the story of the place and even how valuable that house was not only for him but for a part of the history of that city. 
 He slowly opened the window and could see the person who was sleeping in the room, which was completely modified. Was a young girl of no more than nineteen years with copper hair slightly wavy which should be of medium size. She was turned back to him and this prevented him could see her face. Anyway, Date could see that the girl was small and frail, as if you could break it just by getting watching her. 
 For more rancor he felt that she occupied a room that was before him, the boy could not get tired of watching her. Something about her was familiar, but could not recognize Date precisely what this thing was, nor whom he remembered, but it sure was someone close to him and that was making him feel protective instinct for the strange. He looked at her, looking for anything that might give a clue. 
 The girl moved in bed for a while, until you sleep peacefully with his face to the window, allowing the peaceful Date seeing features that filled her face. His breathing was regular, almost imperceptible, but it was not a concern. He had seen a person who had this type of breathing before. 
- You brought me here to let me know that? 
 The wolf nodded and disappeared by wheat fields again. Date took one last look at the girl and closed the window again, pulling away with their certainties about the souls of people who had already left this world. It would even be possible idea they come back as another person? No, that was just a coincidence and there was nothing to think. Maybe that wolf was wrong. Or maybe not. The color of her hair, the frail physique, the smooth breathing ... He knew everything he knew more than himself. Since she was three years old the boy had seen it all. Coincidence might not be so perfect that way, which can be able to make his heart beat otherwise.

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