INTO THE NIGHT

INTO THE NIGHT .

Once upon a time I met a boy. This is not another romantic story neither is it a fantasy but reality at it’s finest.

Why I met this boy is what I was yet to find out about. Of course I have met so many boys but he was different.

He was driven, passionate, family oriented, a hard thing to find in a young boy, he was surreal .

In those days civilisation was kicking in so girls where allowed to school and learn a lot . I was so interested in designs

Of buildings (Architecture ) and that is how I met him.

Always the creator, ideas out of this world . I never got to see them but the explanations where magical.

I should have known it was all a lie. No one was perfect I jumped into conclusions so fast.

I was curious about him I knew nothing about him but he knew so much about me.

I decided to follow one day to find out who he was when not with me.

A beautiful night, a full moon , a dangerous area he walked through. For my disguise I wasn’t seen

But my presence I’m sure he could feel. He kept looking back no one out of place he saw .

Such an easy to fool creature he was that night , into the unknown I ventured .

Then I saw , he was no creator he was a thief into the night he crawled to steal and make his own

Out of people’s ideas . Then I thought that’s why he was different ,

he was fake.

The night sure has a way of reviling our darkest secret. I never called him out on it, it was the life he choose to live.

And I stayed by his side and into the night I learnt a lot of things.

THE END.