Glue x Glass

There was once a boy
Whom one day, found broken pieces of glass
Which was actually pieces from a
beautiful..
stunning..
sculpture.

He tried using all the glue
which he had at his disposal.
However, to no avail,
The pieces just won't stick together..

Till one day, he stepped out of his house,
and bought a new type of glue instead.

He brought it home
and started to put the pieces together.
It worked!
Thus, began the slow process
of putting the broken pieces together,
just like a jigsaw puzzle.

However, just before he could finish,
another person rasped on his
humble but run-downed door.

The boy opened the door to find,
a handsome,
young man,
stood infront of him.
He came in without saying a thing
and took the broken pieces
and nearly completed sculpture with him.

Before he left, the man stopped
turned around and sniggered.
"Mine.."

The boy was just left there.
His legs were rooted to the ground.
He couldn't move.
His chest tightened up.
It was hard to breathe.
His hardwork and dedication,
was taken away just like that.
And he couldn't do a single thing about it..

He felt helpless..
Devastated..
Confused..
Negativity began flooding into his mind..
Throwing off all the positive thoughts
which he had from before..

His legs gave way and fell onto the cold floor..
He landed on his knees..
And looked up.

Up..
Up to the stars above.
What a beatiful night it was..
Just then, he saw a shooting star..

He held his hands together
Prayed..
and made a wish..
He wished that..
If he was given the chance..
Even if it was a taste..
He would like to be loved by someone..
Treated like an equal..
Gain wealth..even if it's alittle..
And most still, to complete that
unfinished sculpture which was forcefuly taken away..

He then realised that tears poured from his eyes
and could finally move again.

He then looked at the bottle of glue
and picked it up.
He looked at the spot where the sculpture should have been placed..
And said..

"Oh beautiful sculpture..
If olny you could hear my voice..
You're one of the most beautiful things
which I've come across..If olny I could have finshed
patching you up together..I'm sorry I finished halfway..
and to use such cheap glue to patch you up..Such a person
like me, doesn't deserve to keep you, let alone patch you up..

I'm sorry..

I'm sorry...."

His grasp on the bottle became loose,
causing it to drop on the floor and roll to a corner..

He started crying again..Saying sorry over and over..