"Tears in the forest" by J.K. Rownansky
And there he was sharpening his precious knife in his poor hut of a peasant. The knife still contained the blood from his last murder. Lavished on his terrifying face a cruel smile. Its disgusting soul succumbed, was the time to go out and get the party started.
It was all about children, fragile souls. With his creepy smile and his thin and dirty body, he walked carefully through the shadows. Was cautious, he never left anyone has a unique look to him. Unless the sad and frightened eyes of poor that children, or at least that child. Was a sweet boy, handsome for his soul, unlike the others who were rude and naughty. It was what he saw the naked man. The pity prowled around the ears of the skeletal man, the child didn't beg to live. The man was startled.
- Oh, boy. Come On! Beg for your life! The naked man said.
- Begging? Rather die than live in this insolent empty world. Look around. People live and die, it would be a curse? I've had enough of seeing and living human dramas. The eternal rest will be my destination.
The naked man wasn't believing his ears. A simple boy say it all? The man just met that boy and had much in common. Both did not understand society and what made humans there, in the world.- Well little boy, you're is free. Go,go,go! A young wise as you are, deserve to live, not to see the empty side of death. You will change the world and made it beautiful, fascinating, the best place to live and die. So he threw the knife on the floor. He left quietly, the boy. For the first time, the man's smile was not horrifying, was splendid, a cheerful smile. Soon, tears becomes running down his face. Repentance was thanks to that poor and wise little boy.
"He was right, Oh young kid, if I took your life, I never have met myself, never see the bright side of life, or at least that girl, so alike as me. Thank you even though you are not here. I'm sorry for your tragic death that birds told me once. Farewell, my son. I want you at least know my name, if you is still around. Andy Kohan. Too bad not knowing yours..."
The poor boy wanted to enjoy the other side of life as soon as he was released by the man, he took the knife lying on the ground without the notice of the old man. En route to his home in a dense forest and vast by the darkness, lay on the dirt floor covered with yellow flowers and roses. He closed his gentle eyes, which sparkled as were still open because the rain drops falling on his clear and clean face forced him to close them. And the he killed himself, in a melancholy and gutter shape.
While a time can be good to someone, to another may not be too good at all. Andy, or the old naked man found someone to love forever. Rather than picking little kids, now he takes roses and fruits from your garden. Even after many years, Andy carried the sorrow of the death of that little boy. But this was about to change! In a beautiful and songbirds morning, Andy, as usual, went to his garden to pick some vegetables and flowers. Something unusual happened, he was attracted by a clear voice and not feared into the forest. He entered, walked. That voice was full of shades that already hear once. The animals appeared as his had a delicious banquet, followed the man at every step. In the middle of the forest, the man saw a note on the floor. Beside him, his old and adorable knife.