Glue x Glass (Part 2)


His hair was ruffled.
His clothes were worn.
His skin was soaked to the bone.
His heart had a void in it.

The boy was just coming home from school.
In the heavy rain..
He passed by the town..
He then looked at one of the shophouses.

And there it was..

Standing right infront of the display.
Full of grace,
Beauty,
and mostly, complete.

The boy dropped his heavy load
and ran towards the shop.
He stared in awe at how beatiful
the end product was.
It was even more beautiful then he ever imagined.

It was out-of-this-world..
Simply put, perfection.

But, as he gaped at the sculpture,
the man from before and chased him away..

Back at home his humble but run downed abode,
he laid on his make shift bed,
a piece of cloth and
his pillow which was his school bag..

He knew all hope was gone in getting her back..
It was imposible..
He felt hopeless and useless..

He looked up at the whole in the roof.
He could see the sky again..
As he continued to gaze at the stars, he fell asleep..

In his dream, he met his late sister..
His sister just said something simple..

"Believe,
Pray,
Place your hopes.
But if you don't work for it,
You won't get what you want..
Therefore,
Follow your heart..Believe in yourself
and you'll achive the things you want.

Even if you fail, you knew that you did your best.
It's better to fall doing something then to do nothing!"

With a smile, the boy regained conciousness..

Full with grit and determination,
His desire to get back the sculpture,
was burning brighter then ever.
The flame in his heart was rekindled.

He stormed out of his house
and onto town
and into the shop.

The young man was stunned.

The boy was a boy no more.
He is a matured man.

Like a bird,
He had spread his wings
and learned how to fly.
He knew what to do.
It's better to go down
then to go down doing nothing,
with regrets..

He snatched the sculpture
and ran for it.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
His house was in sight,
He barged right in.

Once home,
He placed the sculpture
where it was supposed to be.

Right under the hole in the roof.
Letting the moon,
light the sculpture up
with the moonlight.

The boy gazed at the sculpture in awe.
He was on the brink of obsession.

Just then, he could see a tear
coming down from the sculpture.

He thought he was seeing things.
But no.

Now streams of tears,
were pouring down the sculpture's 'eyes'.

He could hear the sculpture calling to him.

He came nearer to the sculpture..

"I was glad that you took the time
and tried to fix me up..
I'm sorry for being such a burden..
But I feel even sorry for you
when I see you like this..

The reason you found me broken
in the first place was because
was because the 1st owner became
obssesed over me..
He prefered me over his wife
Thus she broke me to pieces..

However, you almost completed me.
But was taken away by that man..
I gave a sigh of relief..
I thought that you'd be better of
without me..

But, I did not expect you to come
back for me. Then on, I knew that,
you were slowly turning into that
person.

I believe that, you're better of without me
I do not wish to see you like this..
You're deserve better..

I'm sorry.."

Just before he could take another step,

From behind him however,
a shadow lurked.

His barrel of salvation,
was now nothing more then
something with the intent of murder.

With the click of the triger,
a glint of silver
ejected out of the barrel
with a bang for a second..

And pierced the boy's heart from behind
with a blink of an eye.

He clutched his chest
and looked at his palm.

It was stained with crimson.

His vision was getting blurry.
He dropped to his knees.
Blood splattered on the cold floor
and on the sculpture..

On his dying breath, he said,
"I'm sorry..
For dirtying your beauty..
with blood.."