Rainbows

A Story by Dashie

Now, a rainbow's tale isn't quite as nice, as the story we knew of sugar and spice.. This is a silent story. Like, no speech at all. Only one. Will make a cover image later.

We all know what a rainbow symbolizes. Peace and harmony. Red is for love. Orange is for warmth. Yellow is for the happiness. Green is for balance. Blue is for loyalty. Violet is for spirituality. But what is the rainbow itself?
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I sat there, alone on my bed. I was just a small child at the time. It was raining really hard, and I was crying meanwhile.

I lived a bad life. I had no friends and no parents. Just a brother.

But my brother wasn't caring at all.

He would always be out with his friends. If he didn't have anyone to hang out with, he would always scare me and tease me harshly. He even locked me in my own room. Multiple times.
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It was my birthday today. But I was upset after the events today.

At first, I was happy. My brother brought me to the park to "celebrate", and he saw his friends there. He introduced me to his friends.

I waved at them. I was about to say something, but my brother teased me yet again.

I held back the tears for when I arrived back home. His friends teased me too, but that was nothing compared to what my brother had said about me.

"She's a real baby," He had said.
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I looked out the window. I heard the droplets of rain go pitter patter, and I watched as those same droplets land against the window.

Suddenly, the rain ended, and a rainbow took it's place.

I felt a surge of bliss go through me. But it wasn't for long. I looked down at the small puddle of tears I made, and what my brother said at my birthday echoed through my mind again.

I looked at the rainbow again. Just in time to see it fade before my very eyes.
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The rainbow itself is just an illusion.