TO DRAW YOUR EYES
A dusty house.
A stillness. White cloth.
A groan. The door opens.
A creek. The footsteps sound.
A brush. The dust motes fly.
A stroke. The match is lit.
A smile. The house comes back to life.
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They stand together - A Sun, a Cloud, a Mist, a Storm, a twin-flamed Rain and a Sky.
There's a certain something to the house, if it can be called that. It draws your eye and once it catches of you, you can't look away. Soon you wouldn't want to. A lot like their Sky come to think of it.
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She opens the door to invite them in. To an untrained eye, they're eye-catching to say the least. Dressed in neat clothes. Not exactly designers but definitely branded. A careful observer would see other things like coffee stains, grease under the nails, tea powder near the sleeves, unwashed ink stains. They look like natives who don't quite fit in. Not tourists but not people who are in the 'in'. She leads them to the living room resisting the urge to reassure them because they're definitely on edge. She doesn't trust them yet. She knows the effect she can have on people. She has a certain allure for different types of people, not all of them good or even nonviolent. The scars on her face can attest to that. She wants to trust these people. More, she wants them to trust her.
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The Sky was the product of a failed marriage and a twisted love. A father who walked out and never looked back. A mother who loved her broken family so much that she went to extraordinary measures to keep her baby girl to herself.
SCID.
She doesn't remember life without the hum of machines filtering the air that she breathes. Thermometers in her mouth thrice a day. Always looking inside. Never to join the human race in their daily struggle to progress.
She was just like them. Subject entropy, change and eventual death. But she wasn't. because you don't exist if nobody sees you. Until the day it's all foiled.
She was sick, sick girl. Until the day she wasn't. until the day she found out that her life was digitally fabricated mess. A lie.
Liar! Liar! That's what she is. A mother's love is referred to by historians and philosophers as the pinnacle of purity. The cause for selfless actions that have started and ended wars. That have razed civilizations to the ground.
But not her mother. She begged, her mum. Don't leave me! Please! You're all I have left..
She sobbed. She wailed. She broke.
The girl shattered. She understood the importance of never forgetting every small kindness she had been shown in her life.
Having been touched firsthand by Greed, having been created out the black tar that festers in the mind and the heart, a Sky was awakened. She would take the vestiges of care and patience that remained of her previous life, she would create Harmony.