Eyes in the Silent Night

That day, I came so close to death.

That day, I forgot what happiness was.

All that remained inside me was an intense sense of despair, clinging to me like the air I breathed. It was the despair of the Brahmin flower, a symbol of death and decay.

I didn’t believe a miracle would ever happen.

[The dazzling white light at the edge of the sky slowly spread. Wherever it reached, scarlet turned into specks of stardust and vanished without a trace. Surrounded by the white light, the God of Death became a wisp of black smoke and disappeared. Everything was blanketed in white, warm as spring.

“Come, I’ll take you home.”

I’ll take you home.

Back to that warm, happy home.]

So...

Miracles really do exist.

I had forgotten all along that, deep down, I longed for happiness. I had always been waiting for a miracle.

I was waiting for someone who could save me from the endless darkness.

If we can, let’s go home together.

Back to that warm, happy home.

Even if it’s the most beautiful lie, I’ll try to believe it.

[P.S.

Actually, this story is very wholesome.

It’s entirely fictional, just for fun.

If anything seems familiar, call my manager at 1234567890. If the number doesn’t work, well, there’s no one to complain to.]

[P.P.S. New writers need encouragement. This is my first story, so please don’t be stingy with your comments just because the weather is cold. Readers’ comments are an author’s greatest motivation.]

[That’s all.]