Shatter

short but sweet and i think i can start presenting a plot now.

I stare at him, confused, he seemed so quiet and even a little snarky, but now he is almost pleading with me. What's with this guy? i take a few steps to pass him and walk around the whole garden. I hear is breath of relief as i sit on the steps to the gazebo. The sunlight is warm and feels like i should be seeing fairies some time soon, there is a magic here, the kind of magic i believed in when i was a little kid, the kind that does not exist, but here i am.

    “ Im not going to leave if you really want me to stay.” I hear myself say before i know i’m thinking the words. I take my time and explore the area with my eyes. I take in every detail i can, like how the sun makes the roses glitter like snow and how pale sylvan is here how out of place he looks. I see how  his hair falls pleasantly in his eyes and how he stand with his hand hanging down like he has surrendered. But what did he surrender i wonder? I have this urge just to know more about him, but i wait because i am afraid he might shatter if i ask. i have a feeling these are new wounds and i might just make them bleed even more. he is silent as we comes to sit next to me. He sits just close enough so can imagine we are touching but far enough away for me to notice. He’s wearing a mask of sadness. This place means so much to him. I sense it is a part of him in a way. A bird calls close to me and the breeze tickles my skin but now all i can feel is caution, but not for me, For sylvan.

    “ Maybe we should be heading back you’ll be missed at school i assume”

    “ Most of the students didn't even know i was there let alone the teachers.”

    “ Ok then i guess we should find something to do, I can't just sit here all day.” His shield is up and he is ready to go. He protects his fragile secrets. So he is not the one who will shatter, Its every thing he has to hide. I hop off the bench and bounce a little in place, appearing hyper. He slowly gets up and then with a burst of giddy energy he grabs my arm as we race toward the exit and  I, on the other hand, use all my strength to ignore his hand on my arm. i guess school does not matter now that there is something bigger in my life. The only problem is is that that something is a person whose secrets can break, whose soul can shatter.

Author's Note

please ignore the bad spelling and grammar i really dont have time to go through the whole thing