Hi! Hello! Sorry, I'm feeling a little hyper right now. This is my first fiction, so please feel free to leave suggestions, comments, rants, and criticism after [and if] you read this. [hint, hint ^_~] This is just a Prologue, so nothing exciting happens... Just some thoughts, and the introduction of the 'main' character. So there... Reviews and constructive criticism GREATLY appreciated. ^^
Cotton candy. Those were my first thoughts as I gazed at the sky. Big fluffy clouds of pink, blue and orange, against a background that is just as colorful.
But at the point where the sun began to disappear into the mountains, where the clouds seemed to melt into an explosion of fiery bright orange and red, I thought lava; blood.
Ironic, isn't it? It's just like life these days.
I tilted my head back, and finally realized a part of what my mother had meant, back then.
I turned to face her. My mother. Her slightly rosy cheeks and beautiful smile were lit by the soft rays of the moon and all those stars. She paused for a moment, looking away from me to look at the sky above us. She had a 'far off' look, as if reminiscing...
"Alex," She continued, "One day, when you look up at the sky, so vast, so immense, you would begin to think how small you are, how irrelevant and alone. It's like; you begin to realize that you are a mere dot in a line that goes on forever. Or a single star in the heavens."
She said the last few words with a slight pseudo-dramatic effect, and she waved her one hand ever so slowly in front of her.
I couldn't help but laugh at this.
She turned to face me, and her grin slowly disappeared as her expression turned serious when she continued.
"But you must always remember that even if a single dot is missing, the line will not be a line. And a constellation will not remain a constellation missing that one star."
I was still a kid then, so, of course, I didn't quite understand her 'speech'.
She looked as if she expected me to say something, but I just stood there looking curiously at her, so she went on.
"Everyone has a purpose, Alex... But sometimes, when they finally figure out that purpose,"
Was I hallucinating, or did I just see a flash of fear in my mother's eyes?
"they feel alone; afraid. Whenever you feel that way, keep in mind that we are always here for you. Your dad, your grandma, your friends, me,"
At this point, she turned away from me to gaze at the sky again.
"no matter what happens."
The wind blew her long, dark brown hair from her face for a moment, but just enough for me to have a glimpse of the lone tear that trickled down her cheek, glistening in the moonlight.
Corny, I know. Sappy? Maybe a little bit. It was one of those mother-daughter moments. But I couldn't help it.
I don't really know why it came to mind and slight comprehension just now.
Probably because of the place. It happened almost exactly 5 years ago, in this very spot; my mother and father's, and now, my favorite spot. A cliff overlooking a vast forest.
Or maybe it was because I felt all those things my mother said I would feel. Irrelevant. Afraid. Alone. Especially now that my parents left this world for the next.