When planning this, I originally intended this as a CLC drabble but when I'd finished it and read over it, it seemed much more vague. Nevertheless I'm posting it because I'd like some feedback on it. Not sure if anyone will get it though, I was in one heck of an odd mood when I wrote it.
Open.
The light was blinding.
A solid wall of white, almost iced over in its defence, keeping out anything and everything. Everyone had tried to get through; others just as light and some a contrary darkness but none of them succeeded. The light stayed put, stayed solid and icy.
He wasn't either; he was bit of both…tainted…so he reached out and pressed a hand against the light, marvelling that it didn't hurt like light normally did whenever he tried to look or touch it. The light seemed to withdraw, pulling away in quick subtle movement before hesitating…creeping back shyly to investigate. He closed his eyes as the light washed over him, soaking him like a warm shower as a hesitant hand reached out and curled around his own.
Let me in…
The wall cracked open.