Chapter 1 - Light

Light comes in all shapes and forms. Stars, luminescence, the shining sun above. Especially the sun. My favorite light of all, it lights up our worlds and gives us hope. Metaphorically speaking, you were the light of my life as well. Adorned with vibrant orange flowers you bestowed on your head, you showed me how to truly live. Pansies were your favorites. Pleasant-smelling ones that came in little brown baskets from the flower shop selling bouquets, and so that is what I came to buy for you that fateful day.

Four dollars and fifty cents I bought them for. If it wasn’t for the sudden shattering glass, shaking of the ground that knocked me over and the ear-shattering boom in the distance - I would have been proud. Your pansies fell onto the ground, scattered, potting media across the floor, their poor roots exposed to the air.

And then there was light. A different kind of light - unnatural, manmade. As white as can be, it flooded my vision and brought along the pain of a million fires. My senses are flooded with ringing, decibels within lethal range - and I could not move. The air is humid. It smells of ozone and gasoline and something acrid. It feels as if the entire world is up in flames, now engulfed in this agonizing light - painful and unrelenting, unlike any other light in this once beautiful and harmonized world.

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