::..Bright Heart..::
Axel's P.O.V
Last year I volunteered in a carnival for a fundraiser that would help children with a virus that targeted their hearts. There was no cure for the virus, so they only had a short time to live.
It really didn't seem all that fair to them.
At the carnival, I was drawn to a booth that most of the children had flocked to.
At this specific booth you see, anyone who wanted could paint in a square. Later that square was going to be sewn together with the others to make a quilt. The quilt would be donated to Ansem The Wise, a man who spent most his life trying to find a cure to save this children.
They gave everyone bright, beautiful colors and asked them to paint something beautiful. As I looked around at all the pictures, I saw pink hearts, blue ice creams, purple flowers, and yellow suns. The pictures were all positive and uplifting, except for one.
The boy sitting next to me was painting a black heart dark, shallow, and lifeless. I looked at the vibrant colors his fellow artists had used. At first I thought it was because the dark paints were the only option he had. But when I asked him about it, he said his heart was that color because his own felt dark.
I asked why, and he said because he was very sick.
I couldn't believe that a little boy like him, with bright blonde hair that was tousled on his head and big blue eyes that seemed like they had seen so little, could possibly be one who had caught the virus.
He said that his hurt and sickness would never heal. He looked me straight into my eyes and said, "There is nothing anyone can do that will help."
I told him that I was sorry he was sick, and I could certainly understand why he was so sad. I could even understand why he painted his heart a dark color.
But … I told him that it wasn't true that there is nothing anyone can do to help. Other people may not be able to make him better … but we can do things like give bear hugs, which in my experience can really help when you are feeling sad.
I told him that if he would like, I would be happy to give him one so that he could see what I meant.
With eagerness, he instantly crawled onto my lap and I thought my own heart would burst with love I felt for this sweet, unfortunate little boy.
I wrapped my arms around his tiny body which felt warm. I could feel him looking up at me with those big blue eyes that made me melt every time I looked at them. I could feel his petite arms around me too. He felt right on my lap, in my arms, forever in my heart. I wanted to hold him and make all his pain go away so much. He was so soft and innocent.
He sat there for a long time in my embrace and when he had enough, he jumped down to finish his coloring. I asked him if he felt any better and he said that he did, but he was still sick and nothing would change that. I told him I understood.
I walked away feeling sad, but recommitted to this cause. I would do whatever I could do to help fix these children, especially that one boy.
As the day turned to night, I was getting ready to go home when I felt a slight tug at my jacket. I turned around and standing there with the cutest smile on his angelic face was the little boy.
"My heart is changing colors… its changing brighter… I think those bear hugs really do work."
On my drive home, I felt my own heart and realized it to, was changing to a brighter color.
.:.End.:.
A.N - A cute fluffiey one shot I made at skewl. Lolz, I was supposed to be reading something else,but this popped into my mind instead.-. For all those who had to think hard, Roxas was the little boy. Lolz. And I will be updating my other storiey before skewl on Monday. I was moving and things got busy. I was gonna post new chapter on Sunday,but like I said, things got busy with me moving.heheh. . .
