Existence.
What is it, exactly? What is the definition of this little word that seems to mean so much? Does it mean that you leave a mark in history? The proof of that you once walked the simple hills of life? That you were here, laughing, crying and living – that you were existing?
But what if no one ever noticed you were there? Never showing a trace of acknowledge? If no one ever recognized your face, saw that small smile on your lips or the single tear rolling down your cheek?
Were you even there then?
Was I even there?
The house was beautiful in its simplicity. Dark with white details on the windows and the door, with a garden which didn't show much but had a magnificent maple tree, the leaves with the typical autumn tint of orange. It was like the house knew that it was nice, and simply harmonized with the surroundings and didn't stand out, it knew it didn't need anything special to show it was there – it simply was there.
The young man silently watched the house from the road. Probably the only positive with all of this moving around was finding these hidden places, he thought. He started walking the trail up to the house, searching around his pockets for the keys the eccentric man had given him not so long ago. Still looking up at the house, he noticed one of the windows were open, one of the curtains slowly moving in the breeze. A shiver went down his spine, and he pulled the scarf around his neck a bit closer, unlocking the door. It was like a chilly presence flied past him.
He stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. It was rather chilly in there, and some of the dust moved around from the wind he made when he opened the door, which made him sneeze. Putting down the bag he had been holding on a chair, he looked around the house a little. It wasn't that big, but it wasn't small either. No signs of any of the older owners. Walking around some more, he came to the conclusion that it surely was a nice house even on the inside.
Entering the room with the open window. It was a bed room, one regular sized bed where placed in one of the corners. No signs of any of the older owners, which he though, was rather weird. He shivered again. Wonder how long this window have been open, went through his mind and he closed it. The view from the window was rather nice, showing a clear view of the maple tree outside, really nice to look at while doing homework. The room itself wasn't that bad either, not that much different from an ordinary bedroom but it had this calm feeling the rest of the house also seemed to have. Something he really needed more then everything right now. A calm place, away from everything.
"Well, I guess this will be my home from now on then." he said quietly to himself.
Weird, did he just feel a breeze?
I sat on the windowsill and watched the man study the house, in return I studied him back. He wasn't really a man, he didn't feel like he was that old, but he wasn't a little boy. A young man was probably the closest description you could get. He was really tall, and wore a brown coat with a beige scarf around his neck. His ash blonde hair moved briefly in the wind and his eyes were dark blue, no, they were almost purple. Eyes that had seen a bit to much during his life. Things you weren't meant to see, no matter your age. Funny how much you can see when you don't exist yourself.
He started to walk towards the house, so I stepped, or flew, I am not really sure, down from the windowsill to go downstairs to take a closer look at this young man. Out of curiosity I guess, it hasn't been anyone here for a while now except for that eccentric man who kept on coming here now and then, he always looked over his shoulder when he was here. Rather strange, it is not like he had company with him.
I took the last step down the stairs when he closed the frontdoor, some dust moved around because of the wind which made him sneeze. "Bless you" I said, forgetting for a second I wasn't really there with him. He didn't answer, well, I am not surprised.
He put down his bag on one of the chairs and started to walk around the house, studying it from the inside. I followed him around, because honestly what else should I do? He seemed to like the house, which was nice I guess, I didn't really know. It did make me feel kind of happy though, for no logical reason.
Lastly he entered the room I had been sitting on the windowsill first, the bedroom of the house. He shivered a little and closed the window. I guess it let it a bit to much of the autumn cold, but it was rather sad that I couldn't sit on the windowsill now, but the coldness had been starting to bug me too.
"Well, I guess this will be my home from now on then." he said after a while, thinking loud.
"Welcome here then" I answered, forgetting again he couldn't hear me. I didn't even notice the trace of happiness in my voice.
This is pretty much my first fanfic, and I am not a native english speaker, so please consider this while reading.
If you find anything weird please tell me ^^ I am open to constructive criticism!