Found this just now. I think I wrote it around November or something, but I don't remember posting it before so I thought I'd do it now. It's about Ryou again, but this time it's a 5 year old Ryou. Pardon the fact that it's not actually Christmas.
DANCE
It's December 24th, and it's snowing outside. A little boy is there dancing, and trying to catch the flakes. He has always loved the snow. It's cold and pretty, and he has always thought that it looks like his hair.
He's alone and it's getting dark. He's freezing, but he doesn't feel it. All he can think of is how much he loves being outside while it's snowing. He's even starting to forget that tomorrow is Christmas Day.
His eyes are now closing and he's dancing in circles, arms outstretched and a smile on his face. He doesn't care about people watching, or what anyone might think of him. He only cares about being able to stay in the snow for as long as he can.
The boy's scarf is unwinding itself from his neck and his hat is barely on his head anymore. His yellow trainers are soaked through, and somewhere in his head he knows that he is going to catch a cold. But he doesn't care, and he doesn't care why he doesn't care. He's having too much fun to care.
Now the streetlamps are lighting and the snow's getting harder. He's spinning and laughing and looking up the sky. Snowflakes fall into his eyes as he twirls and it makes him smile. They melt as they land on his face and spiral around him as he dances to the music that isn't there.
He slips and he tumbles and falls to the ground. He stops smiling as he hits the floor and sees red beginning to appear on the cold, white blanket of snow. He has cut his hand. His eyes lose their sparkle and begin to water. He stands back up and looks at his hand, unsure of what to do. The amount of blood is increasing slowly. Then he lights up and dances again, faster than before. Maybe he can forget how much it hurts.
The snow's getting deeper and the night's getting darker. He's still swirling and twirling and whirling and turning. His hair is wet and his face is cold and his shoes are squelching and his hand is hurting. His eyes are still watering. He hasn't noticed; he's thoroughly focused on his dance. The one no one else knows.
A little boy is outside, dancing, and trying to catch the flakes. He has always loved the snow, and he won't stop dancing. He'll never stop dancing. He's having too much fun to stop.
Righto. Review please?