Disclaimer: I have nothing to say for the prologue. This is totally original. Check back later for a REAL disclaimer.
He sighed. walking back into his house. He rummaged around the junk drawers for a box of matches. He was freezing, and nothing did a body good like a toasty fire when you're soaked. The once filthy house was now sparkling clean. The garden had been weeded, and the fence was straight and tall.
He finally found what he was looking for. And he went to the living room, tossing a few logs of wood into the fireplace. It took a few minutes of work, but he finally got a log to ignite.
The young man removed his soaking jacket and shirt, squeezing out his hair and making a small puddle on the ground. He had come in his life to appreciate the more gentle things, like a nice fire when you're cold. Or a drink of water offered when he was thirsty. And nothing could light up his day like a bouqet of flowers from a secret admirer. In short, the things he had come to take for granted when he was younger.
He remembered his sister, his father. The laughs, tears, hugging, kissing, cuddling...
The pain, guilt, anguish, remorse, bruises, threats...
But above all, he remembered Solo Yuki.
***
Well. That's the Prologue. Tell me whatcha think!
He sighed. walking back into his house. He rummaged around the junk drawers for a box of matches. He was freezing, and nothing did a body good like a toasty fire when you're soaked. The once filthy house was now sparkling clean. The garden had been weeded, and the fence was straight and tall.
He finally found what he was looking for. And he went to the living room, tossing a few logs of wood into the fireplace. It took a few minutes of work, but he finally got a log to ignite.
The young man removed his soaking jacket and shirt, squeezing out his hair and making a small puddle on the ground. He had come in his life to appreciate the more gentle things, like a nice fire when you're cold. Or a drink of water offered when he was thirsty. And nothing could light up his day like a bouqet of flowers from a secret admirer. In short, the things he had come to take for granted when he was younger.
He remembered his sister, his father. The laughs, tears, hugging, kissing, cuddling...
The pain, guilt, anguish, remorse, bruises, threats...
But above all, he remembered Solo Yuki.
***
Well. That's the Prologue. Tell me whatcha think!