One Picture
By Serenade of Light
Disclaimer: I don't own Rockman
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He never had been one for pictures. His office clearly demonstrated that as the room was void of all pictures.
Except one.
This sole picture sat on a shelf, out of the way but in clear view if one sat at the desk. To the many people who came in and out, it went unnoticed. It's elegant but plain frame. The sheen of the glass as the light played on it. The smiling faces.
But to the man, it was always there, keeping him company in that empty space. Sometimes, the man would be surprised to find that he had been sitting for minutes, hours, just staring at that picture.
Strange things: pictures.
It was as if they locked time. Always memories when the picture gleamed and sparkled as the sunlight passed over it, catching the man's attention.
Trials. Laughter. Victories.
And every time he looked at that picture, he felt himself change.
He would change back. He became what he had been before. He was a boy again—though you'd never tell at first.
Serious. Proud. Concealed and protected.
Finding his walls being broken down.
He'd smile to himself at this point.
The picture exposed him.
No one could—but this picture could…and did.
A past returned. He relived being probed and discovered, his defenses crumbling in an instance. The icy walls that he had spent years building—gone.
They disappeared every time he looked at that picture.
Three boys: One with white and black hair and icy blue eyes. Another with sea green hair and similar blue eyes. And the third, brown haired and brown eyed, a large smile plastered on his lively face.
Three smiles: but it was the third that allowed the other two.
It was that smile that allowed him to smile now.
Strange things: pictures.
They bring what was past to the present.
Every time, Enzan learned how to smile.
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So anyway, I was dying to write a one-shot to try and get myself over a writer's block. I think it may have worked (maybe...). And if not, I still hope you all enjoyed this brief period of not-writer's block. Let me know!