A Sky of Perfect Blue
A/N: I am really having a lot of fun with this story. Thank you Sammi Wammi for being my very first review on this story. I hope everyone is liking it as much as I am. Sorry for the short chapter. They will get longer.
Chapter 2: Nothing Ever Turns Out Right
Why did he come here? What was the point? Did he really wish to be stared at? Yet here he was in the middle of a large park. He didn't know what had brought him here. He had just been walking and his feet had led him here. Now he wanted to leave and fast. Though there was not a soul in sight he felt like the entire world was staring only at him, criticizing him. He always felt that way, but here it seemed magnified.
If only he had been born with a different face, a normal face. His whole life it had been his curse. He built up a multi-million dollar company from nothing and yet people still treated him like dirt, or they pretended not to acknowledge his very existence.
He took of his jacket, hung it on his arm, and loosened his tie. He began to walk around aimlessly trying to shake off the feeling he was being watched. He would never have thought on a perfect day like this no one would be here. Usually there were mothers with their children or friends hang out. He was glad there were no children. Children were the worst of creatures. When a child saw him the typical reaction was to run and hide behind their mother. Sometimes they would look at him and point curiously. He couldn't stand being pointed at.
But today he was safe from scrutiny. He came to an old beautiful oak tree in the middle of the park. It seemed so lonely by its self, so much like him. The biggest difference, of course, it was perfect, normal: so unlike him. He felt drawn to its elegant wisdom of years. It offered him so much more than the rest of the park. Shade from the sun, and mostly, from others' judging stare.
He walked under its huge branches and felt cooled by the welcoming shade. He turned and leaned his strong back against the wide trunk. A playful breeze swept past him causing the tree to burst with life. He heard the rustle of the oak trees endless supply of leaves. It sounded almost like music in the noiseless park, much like a person humming. Even though the breeze stopped the dancing leaves did not.
How odd that they did not stop their play. But wait, it wasn't the tree anymore. Not a leaf was stirring. It was a soft melodic hum now, he could not deny it any more: it had to be a person. Yet he had seen no one in the park. The park was large, but his eyes had been watchful. There was no way he had missed anything. The only answers left were he was losing his mind or it ad be a bee.
He stood straight up and put his hands in his pockets. He felt he needed to leave before he started to hear voices. Once that happened there would be no excuse. But he still did not wish to leave the magnificent tree.
Another gentle breeze found its way into the trees branches. The leaves danced harder and louder than before. But it wasn't just sound this time. It had a gorgeous melody, a voice, and…words.
It was that voice, that amazing voice. So pure…so prefect. This was Mother Nature at her best. Was it possible to listen to the music of angels?
He knew he could not possibly go now. He had to stay and listen, at least until the music died. Slowly he began to make his way around the trunk of the tree making sure he did not trip over the large roots. As he walked he realized the music was getting steadily louder. He walked only a few more steps and was forced to a halt by the sight in front of him. Blinking a few times he realized he found the source of the music. A girl. Well, maybe not quite a girl, but a young lady.
She was very pretty from what he could see. Her head was tilted downward causing long chocolate curls to fall around her face, shielding it from his sight. She sat elegantly on a green blanket with her back against the oak tree and a large case of beads on her lap. Her delicate hands were busy stringing these multiple sized beads.
But her song, her heartwarming song. Such a beautiful song from such a petite girl. He would be his life she was a performer or at least training to be one.
He desperately wanted to speak to her. Never in his life had he ever wished to speak with someone so much. Actually, this was possibly the first time in his life he wanted to talk to another person. But what if he scared her? He would just have to take a chance.
He stepped forward in the hopes she would see him and not be startled. This way he would not have to say a word. The conversation would just start by itself; nothing would be forced. Just as he hoped, he stepped right on to a dry branch and it gave a loud crack. However, the next events did not go as planned.
The girl's head whipped up to look at him in surprise. Her hands faulted and she dropped her beads. The case on her lap followed next and the now freed beads ran with a mind of their own. The girl's eyes went wide in shock and looked straight at him curiously.
It was his face. He had scared her. He never should have bothered. His love for music never failed to get him into trouble.
"Is anyone there?" she questioned loudly. "Please, I'll never find all these beads on my own."
Taking a moment to process the strange turn of events, he stared, not sure if he should make himself known. All the nerve he had left. There was still time; he just had to be very quiet. She could think it had been an animal. She would never know he was here standing only a few feet away.
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