A green eyed brunette walked briskly into the room. He was smiling cheerfully as he walked up to a table where a smiling woman in her late forties stayed. "Hi mom." He said simply,smiling happily. "I uh, know it's been awhile since I visited, But things have just been in the way back at home." He pulled up a stool and sat down across from the other. "I promise I'll visit you more often." He smiled. His eyes widened in glee. "Oh! And I brought you those flowers you like so much!" He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a bouquet of daffodils and gently set them down across from himself. There was silence from the other, yet the young man continued to smile. "Do you remember when I was little and how you would say the sun shows its happiness through them?" Silence. His smile faltered slightly. "O-or how how you would tell me the story of how the stars became stars? Do you remember that story mom?" Still no words were spoken from the other. "How about I tell you it this time! Um, long ago...I-in an old tribe.." His breath started to hitch. "Th-there was a-a young woman who...was so beautiful that her tribes' chief had sent her o-out of the tribe as a sacrifice t-to the spirits...and as she wept the sun spirit...h-heard her p-pitiful cries and gazed upon her...he instantly fell in love with her and brought her up into the sky to be with him...a-and he built a beautiful home m-made of shining lights just for her..." Tears were steadily dripping down his cheeks. And still, he was greeted with silence. He chuckled dryly before wiping the tears away with his sleeve. "I-it's silly to be crying over s-such an old story huh?" He dragged his hand over his dark brown hair exasperatedly. He chuckled at the silence. "You're not even listening to me anymore are you?" He looked up at the figure, staring desperately into her eyes looking for some kind of emotional change. Yet, to his despair, emptiness. He had to look away. "I-I understand. I did an awful, terrible thing to you..." The tears in his eyes were beginning to replenish and his hitching speech returned. "I k-k-k-" he couldn't process the words as his built up anguish and guilt released themselves. He broke down into a hysterical fit of sobbing and screaming. "I'm s-s-so s-sorry mama! I-I'm s-so s-s-so sorry! P-Please talk to me!" His pleas went unanswered, for a portrait cannot speak.
