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Take Me To The Sea

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For my prompt this week, I wrote a drabble 2nd person motivational story. Hope you enjoy! _______________________________________________________________

"Hey, are you feeling ok?" Twilight places his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, it's just that, I already failed once," You answer with defeat in your voice. "How am I supposed to find the strength to keep going?"

"It's so lovely to meet you!" It was said in a way that immediately made him feel special, the long-lost family member

There was no reason to feel like this. He was no one to them but they still acted as if he meant the world to them. 

The only men of the group of four took a step forward. The girls behind were grinning. He watched him as he came closer, a smile on his lips. There was something feral about this smile ; something dangerous and he was surprised to like it and to smile back.

“we have been waiting for you.” 

“Me?” 

“You took your time to come back to me.”

“Us!” interrupted one of the girl. “We talked about this. You’re not going to keep him all for yourself.”

No one had ever wanted him. They wanted things from him. He’d always been the quiet boy, the boy no one noticed except when they needed him. And then they came and told him they were expecting him? They needed him but more than that, that they longed for him? 

He said bollocks! 

The sudden laugh made him realise he might have said it out loud. 

‘You haven’t changed. It’s good to know.” 

The smile was still here but softer. The other looked behind. Something passed in the group but he did not understand what. He had no time to think about it. The other’s attention was back on him. He couldn’t move, trapped in his stare. 

“the family is back on the road. The time to conquer the world has come.” 

He saw him fall on one knee without understanding what was happening. The others also fell to their knee. 

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Eyes opening to a world covered in snow, a picture perfect wonderland just outside the window. Thoughts of snowmen being made, as angles wings will grow; forts to block on coming snow balls is what this day is for. As the eyes focus on the frosted window pane like never before, a treat of beauty was left to behold. Five separate flakes of soft white were left behind as a gift from a wind blown, each one with a pattern all it's own. After examining this sight on this cold winter morn, warm fingers reach to touch these glass capsules some more. Their fragile shapes frozen in place brings a smile to a curious face. How does this happen where no two flakes are exactly alike, how can that be out of millions of flakes; nature's punking me right? Yet as you look you can see it's as if each one fell from it's own winter tree. In no time the warmth from breath makes these trinkets disappear the window fogged, wipe it clear. Will this ever happen again, a winter's day gift left just for me; I cling to my window in hope that someday there will be. There will be five snow flakes in a row glued to my window frame, as far as I'm concerned this act of beauty can happen again and again.

image: The Snowflake Generation Odyssey

“Did you just kiss me? You’re my boyfriend’s best friend!”

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