He had snuck off during the night and started his walk back to the town. The hazel gaze wandered over the landscape, the road and the distant mountains thoughtfully as he felt something having been stirred within him.
What now?
The rising sun made the sky above the mountains blush and he slowed down to a halt to watch.
It has been long since I saw the sunset. How long? Not sure. Last summer? The winter before that? Maybe it is about time I watch it.
It's cold.
He tugged the coat tighter around himself and muttered under his breath.
"I hate winter..."
It's too cold. It's too dark. I'm tempted to return to the house and stay there like a bear in his cave. Emerge again in spring. But if I do I will be missing out on many things, maybe be missed.
He grinned at the thought and stepped off the road where he found an old log. The snow was dusted off it and the man sat down, eyes moving back over to the mountain range to watch the sky as it slowly lid up.
I wonder if she would enjoy watching this. I wonder if she would like seeing such with me. Maybe she has seen it a thousand times, maybe she would prefer to sit with another and watch it. Maybe...
Stopping his own thoughts he scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Really? No, I'm not going to be like that. Let her enjoy what she will in peace, there is enough else in this life.
Life.
I am not going to get stuck in such silly thoughts.
Life. Who was it that said that death was a gift? Was it...? No, not him. Well, this is going to annoy me. Will probably remember it when I stop thinking about it, always happens.
His head tilted to look up higher as the orange hue slipped between the clouds that lazily crossed the sky above.
Was it a gift for you?
His eyes shut and a heavy sigh emptied his lungs, a moment taken to enjoy the crisp, cold air of the morning.
Isn't it interesting? You are gone, I have no idea where you've gone to. I'm still here, doing what I do or trying to at least. It isn't easy, I will have you know! What is it you are doing now? Are you doing anything? Can you do anything? Maybe you are just a skeleton in the ground now.
Who was it again that said that death is a gift?
The cold began to bite him harder and a shiver had over taken him. While he wanted to stay and watch the sun rise he didn't find the will, not today. Pushing to his feet he hurried his way back to the road and with hastened steps made his way towards the town again.
Maybe I'm being stupid. Well, I'm always being stupid. Will she see it? Another mask, that might do the trick. It's always just another mask. It is what they see, it is what they are convinced of. Makes it easier.
I wonder if he still has that pencil somewhere.
