He was alone, with nothing around him. Nobody. The sun scorched the never-ending expanse of sand. His sand surrounded him, forming a protective shield. Words formed in his head, "Forget about those people, we will never hurt you, ever." He clutched his teddy bear, a tear glimmering in his eye.
"Get away from him, quick!"
"He is a monster."
"I heard he killed his own mother."
They surrounded him, echoing into the nothingness. His legs gave way to the invisible blades that sliced the air. His hand rested on his chest, a pained expression on his face.
"It hurts, why didn't the sand help me?" The sand could not.
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His sole reason of being was to kill everyone, those filthy beings that polluted the earth. His hand hovered over where his heart was supposed to be. He was immune to it all now, the pain or any other emotions that revolved around his dying heart. He can never return.
A patch of yellow, too bright to belong in the desert, appeared on the horizon. A face came into focus, a face that carried a smile.
No! It cannot be! It must be a mirage, a trick of the light.
Nevertheless, the dead heart awoke; hope fluttering in its core.
The figure ran upon sighting him and from his mouth came unexpected words.
"What are you doing here? We are all waiting for you!" With that, he beckoned him with an impatient flick of the hand and ran off in the opposite direction.
They raced each other to a place where the sun was the source of life, where birds chirp, flowers bloom and where the green grass swayed gently in the breeze. The grassland was filled with people, many people. Grins creased their faces and they held out inviting hands.
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The little boy with the teddy bear was smiling, hand-in-hand with the boy that led him out of his desert. His sand shield tumbled apart.
The hinges of his heart creaked open.