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The Mistletoe EventThe Mistletoe Event
When he was a small boy, Daniel remembered that his father used to tell him to stay away from some area and rooms at the back of the mansion for his own safety. He understood that. This...however...was completely different when he stayed in Rogan's "house". Mrs. Rogan strictly told him to stay away from the living room, especially when her family was around...
'She hates me.' Daniel thought but tried not to be bothered by it.
Daniel usually stayed outside than inside the house anyway. Nineteen years in the facility was cruel and he missed the blissful environment like fresh air and sun light. He sat near Mrs.Rogan's small garden eventhough she also told him that he MUST NOT set foot in her favorite domain. Lisa told him once that she was scolded by her mom for ruining her favorite jasmine plant."Go and do gardening, they say. It is relaxing, they say!" Daniel remembered that Lisa complained for hours...and she ended her complains by kicking the bench near the garden
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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