This is my first fanfiction for Giver, so please go easy on me. I will, of course, accept constructive criticism. Anyway, please read...and enjoy!
Jonas stared up at the burning sun. It was a pleasant climate, of course, everything had to be the same all year, as the Giver had explained, and so, it was a light, breezy climate, with just enough sun, and just enough rain.
He thought back to his training. It was certainly interesting enough, if not awkward. He had never touched anyone, never really had anyone touch him.
The Giver would place his hands on his back in such a way, that it almost seemed awkward. Jonas had tried not to notice the awkwardness, but it was hard.
But the pain the Giver was transmitting to him was starting to take effect. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when it was an inky black and no one was awake, he had terrible nightmares. They ripped through his soul, bringing up pain he didn't know could exist.
The pain was worse than that of when he had smashed his finger in the door. That pain had throbbed, this one tore through the very depths of his soul. It ripped and tore, put together and pulled apart. It was awful, and Jonas was afraid to tell anyone.
He supposed he could tell the Giver, but he was just too shy, and he knew the Giver already had unimaginable pain, without Jonas dumping his pain on him.
He blinked, as the memory the Giver had given him that afternoon came back to haunt him. It was peaceful, one Jonas couldn't describe. The people and animals in it, had all had this quality about them that Jonas couldn't even comprehend.
They sat, simply sat, staring off into the distance, looking at one another and smiling. It was a young boy and a young girl in the memory, along with a dog and a cat. The boy and the girl and interlocked hands, and just sat, staring off, with a dreamy expression in their faces.
The girl's hair had been red, and the boy's had been brown. Jonas had never imagined that there could be so many different colors out there to experience.
Red, green, brown, purple, pink, indigo, violet, orange, teal, lime, and so many others. At first, his eyes had not reacted well to the nuclear explosion before him.
Then they had adjusted, and he had found himself wondering why colors had been taken away in the first place.
His mind wandered back to the scene, of the girl and boy with interlocked hands. The boy had taken his hand, and run it through the girl's auburn hair. She had smiled, and leaned her head against his shoulder.
The girl's red hair made Jonas think of Fiona. Her smile, with her perfect white teeth, and soft, pink lips always made Jonas go insane.
There was nothing so irritating as knowing what kiss meant, when she didn't.
Jonas stared up at the sun, willing it to change, willing something to break the monotonous sameness in the community, willing himself to change, to break the ever flowing same tide. To kiss the girl he loved, and to tell her he loved her.
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