His Light

a/n: Enjoy~. c:

A sorrow filled with an everlasting emotion, soon crushed into tiny specimens with no idea left for this world. A heartfelt creature full of desire and loneliness, staring into her eyes as if it were the only antidote left for him to heal from. One stare into her eyes unlocked centuries of untold riches and secrets, a feeling that was like no other. His mind soon cleared and nothing, not even darkness could intervene.

A lifetime full of sadness and grief told a story of a young boy destined to experience emotions that not even his father could feel. He walked alone on the path of life with figures popping in and standing as important aspects that would later unfold as his story. Every single move he made was for their own good, even if meant causing harmful, emotional damage to their hearts. He was left with no choice but to suffer and sacrifice, not being able to break free from the chains that held him down and made him look like a weak, pathetic human.

The secret light that he never saw coming had soon visited him. She was the one who stood as the gatekeeper of his heart, protecting and guiding him along. Her eyes reminded him of the pure innocence he once held but lost as the measures of time moved along. He was certain though that she was special to him, meant to be there in his life. And so he held on tight to his light and never regretted once of his decision.

The final battle assumed its position and the darkness he had suppressed in his heart was taking over. He was forced to fight the light he held love for. The determination was in her eyes and he saw it from beyond, in a place where a force field was set upon him so tightly that he had no chance against it. His heart was also at war, fighting back and forth as the conflicted memories settled in. The chances of hope racing in his system were slim to none and he was close to giving up, closing his eyes to let the darkness take over. The light was stubborn though and didn't want the darkness to take place. A hug, a sweet, gentle hug full of love and warmth was all it took to set him free. The light wanted to release and take the pain away from him. He found that courage again and this time it was his turn to protect his light.

Now he was standing, watching the bells ring and the flowers being thrown. A flash of light stood near him and held his hand. The future was bright, just like his shining light. He would never let go of her hand internally and even if he did leave every once in a while, he promised to come back and find this light, just as his light did for him long ago. His precious light was his life, the hope that brought him back to reality, and the dream he finally reached.

And now, he was holding his light in a tight embrace. He kept her fully locked into his arms and made sure never to let go again. She was the lock to his key, the reason of unlocking his love for her. Through the stories I have heard, whether it be his strange remarks or her cute reactions, his love for the light never stopped. They were destined for a fate that brought their hearts closer to one another, a paradox that was never meant to be broken in the first place. Their love was never-ending nor fatal, it was perfect, just for the two of them.

This was the story of my mother and father, the story that soon created me, their daughter.