Sky of the Damned
On a first look, the Sawadas are your everyday family, with a cool, popular and charming son; a ditzy, naive and motherly housewive; and a father who works from 8-5 on weekdays and utterly loves his family, always with that stupidly goofy smile on his face.
When you see them you can't help but smile and think about how picture-perfect they look.
But that's where reality comes kicking in, because appearances can be deceiving.
And perfection is just an illusion.
Because behind that White-picked fence, lies a forgotten soul; scorned and abused by those who were supposed to love him; scarred and hurt, but never hopeless, for he knows his destiny is more than this.
He forgives, but never forgets; he accepts and embraces, he gives second, even sixth chances and goes on; he defies, holds his ground and never breaks.
For his will is more than we can comprehend.
So take a second look, and even a third, observe and take note of what happens behind those closed doors.
That cool, popular and charming boy becomes a coward unable to stand up for others; that housewive so nice and soft-spoken becomes a cold, indifferent woman; and that goofy man that loves his family turns into a cold-blooded man with eyes full of hatred and disgust.
But that boy. That boy with the caramel-colored gravity defying hair, those honey-brown colored orbs, pale complexion, eyes full of determination and a purity so bright it can clean and free everyone under his presence of their sins.
That one little seven year old boy, cannot be tainted, cannot be broken, and cannot be hidden, for when he awakens he will shine, so bright, that no darkness in the world will be able to dim him.
For now he remains silent, still, awaiting for the right time to come.
The time for freedom. The time when his destiny begins. The time when he comes alive.
The clock is ticking.
Click. Clock. Click. Clock. Click. Clock. Click. CLOCK.