The screams were so loud, he couldn't handle it a moment longer. He closed his eyes, longing to get away, and took a breath. The noise surrounding him, screams, shouts and all, just seemed to melt away as he began to run. Aimlessly allowing his feet to carry him wherever they may. Now, it was as if the screams were streets away, and he was hearing them from a distance. He didn't look back, didn't pause for even a second, allowing the gate to slam closed behind him as he ran. He ran faster, harder, as the thunder clouds began to roll in overhead and scream angrily to anyone who could hear.
Squatting down, hands on his knees as he panted for breath, the young boy felt a wave of calm wash over him as he saw the countless weeping willow trees surrounding him. Not knowing what else to do, he carefully climbed and into the trunk of the willow nearest to him. Closing his eyes and breathing a sigh of relief, the young boy finally started to relax.No one would find him here. He was safe now. As if to confirm this, as he closed his eyes, he could have sworn he heard the faint sound of singing in among the whisper off the wind through the weeping willows.
It was a long time before the young boy dared to chance a look out at the world beyond the safety of the willow, and by the time he did, night had fallen. The silver stars were out in force, twinkling and the moon shone down it's white light on the world. He imagined having winds and being able to fly up there, right up to the moon and around all the stars.
He could have stayed there forever, he thought. Not just there, among the safety of the weeping willows where no one would find him, but also in that moment, with the cool breeze swirling around him and engulfing him in it's embrace. the stars twinkling and moon shining harmlessly down at him from above.
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For Jordan Léser, who's music inspired this story.
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