TSotFH Ch.1

Sometimes all we need,

is a little hope….

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He looked at the sight that lay before him, the discarded memories of the past resting now. Steam rose up from the rubble, and a charred stone tumbled down from the wreckage softly to his feet. He reached down to pick it up. It was warm at the touch of his fingers as pepper colored ash brushed off as he turned it in his hand.

He looked up at the scene once more, looking over what remained, and found it very difficult not to burst into tears. He couldn’t let himself…he was alone now. He had to be strong. This boy of seventeen, now only able to rely on himself for comfort. To keep his earlier promise to himself, he wrapped his arms around himself protectively, and closed his eyes.

He imagined they were still here. He imagined none of this had happened. He imagined that there was never anything that he could’ve done to cause all this…He stood there for what seemed like hours, wishing the world away. But sadly, even daydreams don’t last forever. He’d forgetten that he’d been holding a stone, and it had begun to make a small burn on his chest, stinging him uncomfortably. "Ow!" he exclaimed, and threw it back into the rubble, it’s echo fading into the thick fog of oblivion, just as his entire world did only a few short hours before.

The boy looked out where he’d thrown the stone, just staring with a bittersweet look. Through the thick gray clouds above, a few beams of sunlight shone through onto the broken scene, making it sparkle, and look almost like an artist had crafted it. A single, small tear rolled down the boy’s cheek. "So much for that promise." He thought.