A/N: As you can see, this story has no title yet. Honestly i just can't think of one, so feel free to suggest any.
Okay, so I wrote this story to the song Ghosts, by James Vincent McMorrow (all lyrics quoted in here are his), and I'm not entirely sure if it will have anything else added to it. For now it's a short oneshot with no clear characters. It's all up to your immagination. Let me know who you think it is. I honestly had two different characters in mind while writing this. :P
Anyway~ For now, enjoy!
A small figure sits back, hunched under the hollow of a long dead tree, to far away from the busy road for normal human eyes to see, looking as though seeking shelter from the harsh rain that soaks into his bones. His clothes cling to his small frame, not nearly thick enough to warm him in the cold. The white of his shirt, a stark contrast to his tan skin and the shadows of the night. He doesn't call for help or move closer to the busy road to gain attention, not believing in a reason to be rescue. So he stares instead, not at the lights of the passing cars in the distance, but rather at the moon, glowing, shedding light upon the road and illuminating the trees around him.
With wistful eyes he wishes to raise to the sky, higher even than the trees. But he is like a bird that cannot fly, and a bird without it's wings is a low and tragic thing. He's trapped between the trees of evergreen to the ground beneath his feet.
Tears long since dried up. Not even remembering the events leading to his current situation. It's all a constant blur, loud noises clashing and combining with one another. Only the scent of spring and the feeling of soft rays of sun caressing his skin stay clear in his mind even though he can not find an image to place with the memory.
Maybe he should be a ghost, wandering these hills forever more, not caring for thoughts or thirst, nor wanting to be heard.
But he's human and he can't fight the faintest glimmer of longing to be seen, even this far away from the black asphalt with countless lights speeding past. Each representing an individual and evolving life that he can no longer tough, now confined to these hills he was abandoned to. For why should he force himself into the lives of the innocent?
Who is he to ask for such a thing as a rescue he doesn't feel he deserves?
He can't remember.
Alone in this silent forest, he doesn't flinch when the sound of sticks cracking and shifting reach his ears from in front of him. Instead, simply lowering his gaze from the lights in the sky. Golden eyes stare back at him. Eyes of a predator. He knows he can not fight it, too tired to even try. Exhausted from a life he has no recollection of.
And yet, a strangely human emotion shines through them. One he can not fathom being directed towards him. Maybe it's not over for him. But what could life possibly hold for someone like him? Only this golden eyed mystery holds the answers.
For now he will simply take the hand offered to him and, with help, stand on shaky feet, taking everything one step at a time.
A/N: Please let me know what you thought and if i should write any more to different songs. :)