LOVE
It was this time of the year…
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Luke stares out the snow-flake-covered windows. The sun shine its ray down to the red tile roofs, now is being covered in the whiteness of winter. Though weak as it may be, it could still bring a touch of warmth, but yet so light that it could hardly be recognized, even if without the fireplace burning next to Luke. It’s snowing outside and the wind is blowing through the leafless trees, the coldness and the sound would make you shiver down to your spine. That is, if there weren’t any kids outside throwing snowballs. Houses let smoke fuming out of its chimneys as everyone is whether chilling around the fire or roasting turkey, making a scent that fills the air. The town’s bakery is just adding even more to the aura. Almost everything has been decorated. Everyone is happy for it is the most beautiful time of the year.
But Luke just can’t seem to bring himself to smile. He’s looking at the kids who are playing in the snow, enviously. A warmth-bringing voice echoes behind Luke:
_What is it that you’re looking at, my dear?
_Grandma… - Luke turns back to see a kind face – I know is impossible for a kid who sit on a wheelchair like me, but still, I-I want to go play down there. – He said in a melancholic voice.
_Oh, my dear, don’t be like that. Of course you can join them. – Holding Luke’s head, she said kindly.
_You’re fooling me…
_Have I ever lied to you? I remember someone has said: “One can only be as free as one’s soul”.
Having said that, she went out and return with a sketchbook, a brush and a bunch of water colors.
_Here, dear. Set your wings free. – She smiles, with grace like an angel.
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That was three years ago…
It is this time of the year again…
The sun is still shining. It’s still snowing, the wind is still blowing. The houses, the smoke going through the chimneys, the atmosphere being filled with scents of foods, the decorations, the people… almost everything is the same.
Almost.
Luke is sitting in his room, missing his grandma. He’s drawing something. It’s him and his grandma. They look happy, but somewhere, hidden under his smile, there’s a drop of sadness, perhaps the fear of losing her… which Luke already did. Lying around him is a lot of paintings, of him and some others. But none of the paintings draws a kid with a pair of disabled legs, but rather a kid who can run and scream.
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Having eaten half of his breakfast, Luke head for his school.
_Do you need anyone accompany you, son? – His dad asked.
_No, I’m fine. – He replied.
Rolling down the road, he can see the leaves have all fallen down to the pavement. The way to school has not been just painted white, but also dotted red. From his house to school, Luke needs to walk past the heart of the town, the church. It has been gorgeously decorated, to every detail. He stops at the gate for a moment, stare up to the tip of the lightning-rod of the church, to see how it thrusts through the sky.
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Break time has started. Luke goes out to get some fresh air. He sits at his usual seat, at the rear of the playground. He raises his head to the laughter of other kids, but not to see them, but rather searching for a girl, and he found her, sitting across the yard, at her usual spot. He can’t see quite clearly, but he can be sure that she has beautiful long, dark hair. And she’s playing a harmonica.
Suddenly, a snowball, luckily blocked by his sketchbook, startles him, followed by a harsh voice.
_Hey pips, whatcha looking at? – Marc, the biggest kid in school, who obviously picks on smaller kids, especially Luke. He throws another ball. Lucky for Luke that he was able to dodge that, or maybe it’s just that Marc is a terrible aimer.
_Ha, can’t hit back? – Marc laughs gloatingly.
Luke tries to endure it. After all, he has been enduring it for years.
_Hey, break it off! – A fierce voice yells at the kids.
_Hey, it’s Ms.Helly! – A kid screams.
_Tch! Let’s get out of here. – Marc ordered his troop.
_These kid, no manners! – Ms.Shelly mumbles. – Hey, are you OK, Luke
_ Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you, Ms.Shelly.
_Next time the kids bully you, tell me about it, okay? – Ms.Shelly looks worried.
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The bell rings again, for it’s time to head home.
Home…why does that word sound so distant to Luke? Because, he’s a member of the prestigious Fakku! family. And born not being able to walk, he’s obviously a disgrace.
_How was school today, son? – His father asked.
_It was ok. – He replied.
_All is well then. – His father replied with a cold attitude.
_Do you know something, father? Today I was called up to the board to solve a mathematic problem! – He tries to liven up the bland conversation.
_Is that so? Why don’t you fill your mother with all the detail? – He finishes his meal and stand up. Then he left.
Dinner time is Luke’s least favorite time, he has to spend it with his family, and they don’t even want to have him.
_I will just go to my room then.
The mansion is always full of people, but why does Luke always feel so lonely? The only one who has ever loved him is his grandma, but now she is long gone. He’s painting. His parents don’t even know what their son is doing everyday.
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It’s another day at school. But, unlike other days, Luke stays after school, at his usual spot, to finish what he couldn’t yesterday. He drew a kid who is playing with other regular kids in the snow field. And among those kids, there is still Marc.
_Hey, pipsqueak! – That cranky voice again – You were lucky yesterday. Well, not today!
Having said that, he picks up snow and starts throwing at him. After a while, he approaches Luke.
_Heh, have enough? – He asked sarcastically. – Hmm? What’s this? – Marc forcefully pulls the sketchbook that Luke was trying to protect the whole time out of his hands.
He quickly goes through the pages. He burst out laughing.
_Hahahaha. What’s this? You want to have normal legs, like normal people? – Marc laughs in a despised way. – Not in a million years. Not even your father and mother want you! Why in the world do YOU want normal legs!?
_Give it back! – Luke uses all his strength to lean to Marc and bites him.
_Uoahhhh! – Marc screams – It hurts, you freak. – He gave Luke a kick in his stomach. – You want it? Come and get it!
Marc starts to rip the paintings of Luke to pieces.
_Nooo! – Luke burst into tears. – Give it back! Give it back!
_Hey, give it back! – A voice that sound like thunderclap in Marc’s and the gangs’ ears.
_It’s her again!
_Let’s run! – Marc threw Luke’s half-ripped sketchbook on the ground and fled.
_Are you hurt? – Ms.Shelly hurried to Luke’s place.
_Let me pick it up for you. – After helping Luke pick up all of his paintings
pieces, she tries to comfort him. – Are you hurt, let’s get you to an infirmary, OK?
But Luke suddenly ran off. Ms.Shelly fell when she tries to catch him.
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He ran to the river bank behind the church. It’s the place that he and his grandma went to after she handed him those things three years ago. It’s the only place that can calm his heart, besides his own room.
_Grandma!!! Is it true that I am just a useless being in this world?? – He cries out to the river. But the river says nothing.
_Of course not. – A strange voice breaks the silence. A voice that belongs to a girl.
Luke turns back to see the girl that was always sitting across the yard at the exact same spot everyday. He already knew that she was pretty, but now he gets a chance to see her up-close, she is really beautiful. Dark silky hair drops down from her back. A kind face. But the most impressive thing has to be her eyes. Dark bright eyes that seem to be able to see right through you.
_Every single being was born to this world for a purpose. And I believe you are no exception. – She continued.
_How can you be so sure? – He wiped the tears.
_Because I believe so.
Her eyes… It light up so bright it rival that light of the Northern Star. Eyes that believe in God, believe…in me. It made me believe her.
_Are you the girl that always playing the harmonica in the school-yard? – Luke asked.
_Ah, yes, you’ve noticed? How delightful! – Her face make Luke feels joy as well.
_W-would you mind playing it right now? I really want to hear it.
_Oh? Well, I guess it’s not much of a trouble. – She smiles gracefully.
Then she starts playing. The sound … A sound that could soothe a grieving soul. It almost sounds like not that of a human’s, but rather, the godly sound of the Muses’. Luke was entranced by her music, that he unconsciously takes out his brush and start painting her. Looks like she has noticed, but doesn’t care. Looking deep into her eyes, he feels like he could see the universe.
After she’s finished her performance, Luke’s also finished his.
_Wow, that was so beautiful. Sorry, but I drew you when you were performing, I didn’t want to interrupt so I didn’t ask for your permission…
_Oh, that’s OK. Can I see the picture? – She smiles at Luke.
_O-of course – He’s caught up in her eyes again.
She stare at it for a while… – It is very beautiful!
_Really? Can I draw you again sometimes? – Luke asks joyfully.
_Yes. Of course. I live in the church. – she replied.
_Oh, okay. I will be stopping by! – He speaks as he’s leaving. – Oh, I forgot, what’s your name?
_My name is Silviest, call me Sil. – She smiles back. – Luke, don’t give up easily, only when you tries your best and finish it can you make it that beautiful!
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The next day, Luke come looking for Silviest, but only to find there’s a funeral taking place in the church. Luke tries to slip his way to see the who it was, after having overheard it was just some 12-13 years old girl. And he couldn’t believe his eyes, when he sees the name “Silviest Vaning”.
Later that afternoon, he talks to the pastor.
_Why did she die, father?
_She was born with a heart disease, nothing we could do about it, son.
Stop for a while, he continues. – Having known she has an innate heart disease, her father abandoned both her and her mother for another woman. After that, her mother worked hard to raise her, but then, how God’s desires play with us, she and her mother was in an accident. So very unfortunately, her mother died, but she survived and was bought under my care since. But death escapes no one. Having a heart disease… I couldn’t do anything. She knew she was going to die that night.
_It’s impossible! – Luke screams. – She was so optimistic yesterday! She even said my painting was beautiful and said OK when I asked whether I can draw her again.
_But son, how can that be? Due to the accident, her vision had been decreasing rapidly, in the last six months, she couldn’t see.
It dawn on Luke.
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The next day, Luke returns with a painting of her and himself, on that day. This time, he was not boy with normal legs, but rather, sits on a wheelchair, with Silviest, a girl with long dark hair, and beautiful eyes.
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Author's Postscript
Sooooooooooo, first of all, thanks to anyone that has been reading up till now XD. Yeah, I know I should make something more… joyful for it IS holiday season, but I don’t know why it turns out this way =.= Well, anywayyyyyyy, I spend quite some time researching and then writing this, but I’m still not sure if everything I’ve written in there is true, so feel free to leave a comment below :D Appreciate it.
Also, this is the second time I’ve participated in the contest but I’m still not sure I’ve gotten better (hahaha). I actually want to write more, but the word limit X_X I think you can understand almost everything I’ve written, but if there is still something you stuck in your mind, let me know below and I will reply soon :D . And the "Fakku! family" stuff is not real :D i just add it to match the theme, I wrote a different name in the original stuff. :D
Oh and it IS in still in the word limit, not count the symbol, the title and the “THE END” stuff, and of course, this section :D
That is for now. Happy New Year everyone!!!