The Broken Boy

[brokenlight]

He still dreamed of them.

Two lights that had become lost into the darkness, a darkness that slowly turned grey as if unsure of where to go. His heart reached out to all three — to the two lights his own heart yearned for and to the darkness that reached out back to him.

He dreamed of a war, of a masked girl telling him — them — about their new roles. He dreamed of another young boy and girl, friends long before he met them and his own heart aching in envy at the friendship they shared. But they reached out to him, too, and he felt completed.

But he was forced to become separated from them — from his friends — and his heart full of light trapped itself in a prison.

Not once had he blamed others for his situation, but himself.

He was weak.

He couldn’t do anything.

Nothing he could do could save his friends.

The darkness in his heart laughed, but there was pain in its sound.

”So you’ve finally realized it? You’re nothing without me. Still just a broken boy.”

Ten years of silence, of talking to the darkness, of protecting the child’s heart he resided in. Until that heart was threatened by the darkness and his own light wasn’t enough to save him — still fractured. Still broken.

He would always remain as a broken boy, wouldn’t he?

But as he opened his eyes, he met vivid blue eyes that resembled his own, a bright smile that resembled a summer’s sun.

”Let’s go find your friends, Ventus!”

Even if he was broken, he would protect this boy with everything he had. He won’t let him become lost into the darkness.

(Not like how he was.)

So, he smiled and took the boy’s hand, allowing that summer light shine down on him and make him feel whole again.