Prolouge

The young boy gazed out of the window with wonder. A warm smile escaped from his lips. Watching the beautiful environment made him feel warm inside. Happiness. He loved this feeling. The bright light flashed onto his brown hair, making him smile bigger. 'Wonders and dreams ' Homer thought. His life was pretty magical and great. Well, except the death of his mother. The most wonderful times he had in life was with jphis mother. Her songs, her games, her warm embrace when they hug. He missed that. The other thing that wasn't great and magical was the neglective attitude his father has towards him. He doesn't take it personally, but these events striked him like a bullet, making him feel more insecure about himself.

The brunette would sometimes get in trouble with his mischievous behavior because of his insecurity. He wanted to do something to tear the insecurity from his heart, not because he was bad.

However, still loved his life. Springfield was so big and beautiful to him. It could either mean that he was so little that everything was big to him, or that Springfield was just a beautiful place filled with wonders, dreams, and beauty. Homer believed it was the second thing. However, some part of Homer's mind knew Springfield wasn't going to stay like this. He tried pushing this thought from his mind, but it kep on coming back. He didn't know why.

Blue eyes stared at the brunette. The young boy was staring at the boy ever since the games went off. He saw the brunette looking out the window, watching the sun going down . He saw the bags under the young boy's eyes . It was very black and horrible to actually see. Abe didn't know for sure, but if Homer is tired like this, he must've looked out the window all day. Abe never actually spent time with his son, but he knew Homer liked Springfield. 'How naive can this child be?' Abe thought. Now he had to be honest with himself, he hardly cared for Homer, but there was some love for his son somewhere. He could hardly care if Homer does just fall from exhaustion right now, but he is the father, and Homer is the son. He raised up from the couch and walked towards his son who's focus was out the window.

" Hey... son" he began awkwardly.

Homer's eyes snapped back into reality. He noticed the awkwardness in his father's voice. Homer didn't really like having conversations with his father because it will put more and more strain on their relationship. Homer didn't know how much strain he could possibly take. Homer turned around slowly, meeting his father's gaze. He looked deeply into his blue eyes, which Homer didn't have. Homer had chocolate brown eyes which he had gotten from his mother. He had alot in common with his mother, but his father? Nope. Homer narrowed his eyes at his father.

"What?"

Abe saw that Homer was not really in the mood for talking to him. However, he always did the opposite of his previous thought.

"Looks like your tired there son" Abe said.

"What would you care?"

"Oh I don't. I just don't want you collapsing on my floor from exhaustion"

Homer couldn't tell if Abe was lying or not. He wanted to believe that he wasn't lying, but Abe crushes his thoughts of believing in him.

"I'm not even tired" Homer lied.

Abe knew Homer was lying. There was no doubt about it. However, he didn't say anything about that subject.

"Just go to bed"

"Fine" Homer said through gritted teeth. He walked upstairs with fists clenched, not daring to ask his father for a hug. He wasn't really affectionate towards him as he was towards his mother. That's because Abe doesn't care for Homer's sensitive and caring side. ' Weak' he would call him.

He loved the soft comfort of his bed. The pattern of his blanket, to the soft comfortable pillow.

Stars blinked in the sky. Homer's eyes slowly opened as his chocolate brown eyes looked opon the window half awake. He was indeed tired, but somehow, the stars had to be so special that it woke him up, so he kep his eyes open for a while.

Nothing.

As soon as he closed his eyes, a light flash was seen in his room. He snapped his eyes open as he raised up and looked out his bedroom window. He saw it.

A lot of shooting stars going faster than the speed of light. He smiled warmly, thinking of the greatest thing he had ever seen in his life. It was bright, it was beautiful, it was magical. He wanted to see more action. He reached for his closet's door Handel, twisting and turning until it opened.

His brown eyes gazed opon everything until he found his sweater.

Red and gray with stripes as the stitches perfectly made a H. He grabbed it and placed it over his head. He walked quietly out of his room, not trying to wake up his lazy father. Once he was away from his dad's room, he ran as fast as his miniature legs could take him.

He jumped as high as he could, reaching the doorknob. After one twist, the door was opened.

He ran outside, smile bigger than than any child could muster. He stopped automatically, brown eyes locked opon the sky. He didn't see any shooting stars. Confusion.

Suddenly, a rustle noise was heard. Homer turned around, eyes wondering around to see what the noise was. Something black came from the bushes, causing Homer to jump up to his feet. The bushes didn't move . Homer's eyes didn't move from the bushes. It was glued .

The shadow took Homer's arm by force. Homer, being so little couldn't fight back, nor get out of the grasp .

"Stop struggling kid" the guy dammanded.

Homer didn't listen. He tried his best to get him arm back, but the guy only grasped on his arm tighter. Homer's feet slid onto the ground, trying to leave, but the guy grasped tighter. "Stop it kid!" The guy snapped. Homer had stopped struggling as well as stopping fighting back.

"See? Was that hard?" The guy asked. Homer shook his head softly. The shadow smirked. "You saw some shooting stars didn't you?" The shadow asked. Homer was relieved that rhe guy was talking about the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Homer smiled warmly as he nodded. The shadow laughed. "You really... think Springfield is a beautiful place don't you?" The Shadow asked.

Homer nodded. "Kid, that's what Springfield use to be. It may seem like it's still a beautiful place, but it's slowly turning into destruction ' he said.

Homer shook his head.

The shadow slashed the knife on Homer's chest.

The young boy was paralyzed. "I'm telling ypu kid, don't trust no one's the shadow said, disappearing into the darkness.

The morning sun flashed onto the sky. Homer's back was againsted the wall, eyes red and puffy. Abe would never come in his room and cheak up on him. It was weird for a father to not come inside of its child room and not cheak on him, but Homer was use to it. He raised up and walked out of his room. His footsteps were soft on the ground, walking until he reached the kitchen.

He smelled pancakes. Blueberry pancakes to be exact. How? The nly grown-up here was his father, but he making that big of a breakfast? Nope. Homer went inside the kitchen. He saw his father placing a plate of pancakes on the table. Homer jumped onto his seat. He saw his father smiling for some reason. He wantes something. Or he knows something.

"What's with the smug face?" Abe asked.

"How does it concern you?" Homer snarled.

"Your my son. I love you"

Where were you all my life?" Homer snapped.

Abe sighed. He knew what happened to Homer. Before Abe could speak, Homer left the kitchen angrily. Abe raised up from his seat and walked out as well. He saw his son looking out the window Homer's eyes weren't filled wonder anymore.

Abe grasped tightly on Homer's shoulder.

"Springfield isn't what it use to be"