[] Forbidden Fruits []
Part One:
:-:-Childhood-:-:
"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell"-Oscar Wilde
-April 08-
It was a somber evening and the sky was breaking from black to blue with forks of lightning. It was strange.
The newcomer, I mean.
Drenched. Tired. Cold.
His ruby eyes were downcast when he was brought in by Sister Evet. His hair, despite being damp with the wet of the mad sky, defied gravity. It was so dark, it seemed black, but in the fluorescent, it was midnight blue. It was the shape of a flame…
Lightning had killed the electricity three hours earlier. Due to most of the orphans being afraid of the dark, the caretakers had seen us to bed. See now…I shouldn't have been awake at the time…but I was thirsty. Good at being sneaky, I left my bunk with the intention to treat myself to a snack from the kitchens, but I saw the newcomer on my way and stopped in my trek.
The only thing I was thinking when I saw him was 'Short.'
Really short. He looked to be a toddler-one that could walk of course-but the look in his eyes suggested age. His eyes alone seemed to have out lived the Sister's in life experience.
His rubies met my jades.
He didn't speak. He didn't gesture. He only stared.
And then I was picked up.
"I got you, fox!" and then the Sister sighed, "How do you always manage to get out of your cot? …Never mind that-off to your bed."
Because of our religious teachings, I knew about fate and I knew about obstacles, but I never really understood that they were both one and the same.
Even though our meeting was brief, the newcomer and I had definitely made a connection. Even if it was just with our eyes.