The Unexpected Arrival
It was a regular day at The Riverside Orphanage. The kids were yelling in elation of having that one hour freedom during lunch. Some of them were playing ,their food long forgotten. The younger children were huddled up to decide who was going to flag the sand fort they built. It was all good.
Not for me I thought.
I always stood against this tree in the dark corner around the building. It was my usual spot and no one questioned my disappearance. This tree was twice as old as me. When I first found it i was all but a toddler with a perfect understanding of the fact that I was an orphan, unwanted as I’ve heard millions of time.
I befriended that tree as everyone thought that i was crazy but it was true. I could feel the emotions of that tree as well. It wasn’t my imagination when some of the branches used to envelope me in an embrace when i ran to it and cried muttering all my emotions in a breath. No one saw it, hence no one believed it.
I was used to being called the creep and getting bullied. It was normal for me. I made my way through the shadows to my tree. As I reached it’s leaves ruffled making the sweetest sound that I fell in love with. I reach it and hug it, the branches dip low and I feel them wrapping around me. I smile.
It was my 20th birthday. I pull away and sat at it roots leaning on the trunk. I sigh and take out my books and my pen and start writing the work I was given by sister, but maybe the work did not defeat the loneliness that was caused.
As I knew that my restraint was very weak, my tears betraying my force they break out slipping down my cheek trailing their path as they have done a thousands of times. I let them drop on the paper freeing the ink from the strokes. I stand up and one of my tears touches the earth and suddenly the winds starts to blow wildly encircling me I grab the trunk for support. There is a light.
I squint up to see a blinding golden light figure standing before me I shield my eyes from the light. The winds die down and I feel the intensity of the light decreases I carefully open my eyes to see a man standing in front of me. Towering above 6ft he is lean with broad shoulders and a dominating frame. His features are impeccably sharp and chiseled. His expression is in a state of worry but watching me staring at him his perfectly shaped lips settle into a smirk. His jaw would be as sharp to give a paper cut without any effort and is covered In a faint stubble. His hair was long. Pitch black almost ink coloured reaching till his shoulders in straight but slight waves. His eyes are the most captivating. A golden swirling with soot black. I stare as they swirl a complete black the golden disappearing completely and I know, he isn’t a Man.
