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“Since childhood, Bruce found himself bound by the pain and misery of this world, surrounded by Death itself.
Though too young to fully comprehend, he knew he was different from other children.
He wasn’t a typical boy, playing with soccer balls and falling asleep to fairy tales read before bedtime.
No.
He was the type to lay his head down and stay deathly silent.
The loner who prefers to sit in a corner than share and play with the other children.
The observer, forever watching in silence, gripped by his own fear to face reality.

Every day he would walk through the graveyard, basking in the comforting silence, feeling the familiar cold air taking his hand, leading him to that other place… far away from his waking nightmare… far away from Death.

Bruce found the dark and gloomy place hauntingly beautiful, filled with stories and wonder.
A befuddling calm emanated from that place, filling him with a sense of refuge… just as home should be.
He would spend endless hours there, resting atop the long black grass.
Piercing eyes witnessing the sweet rapture of the immense grey sky as Death danced around him, kissing his forehead, whispering sweet lullabies in his ears.

He lay awake, living only on the inside, in his own internal world.

A world as fragile as the heart of a child.
And yet still he felt something missing… he knew he couldn’t remain there forever.
Because when his eyes open to the world, and saw no one was there, he would die again…”

†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥~
Special thanks: ~
Original story was written by me, of course, but obviously I'm not as good at writting as my friend: =sarilX X D

He helped me a lot composing the story of the right way. So thank u so much!
~dalai~ (:

Tools of trade: Black watercolor. Black bic pencil. My heart.
Time. 1 hour

La version en español de la historia la puedes ver aquí [link] al final del journal (:

(c)-Bruz-belongs to me

Description

“Since childhood, Bruce found himself bound by the pain and misery of this world, surrounded by Death itself.
Though too young to fully comprehend, he knew he was different from other children.
He wasn’t a typical boy, playing with soccer balls and falling asleep to fairy tales read before bedtime.
No.
He was the type to lay his head down and stay deathly silent.
The loner who prefers to sit in a corner than share and play with the other children.
The observer, forever watching in silence, gripped by his own fear to face reality.

Every day he would walk through the graveyard, basking in the comforting silence, feeling the familiar cold air taking his hand, leading him to that other place… far away from his waking nightmare… far away from Death.

Bruce found the dark and gloomy place hauntingly beautiful, filled with stories and wonder.
A befuddling calm emanated from that place, filling him with a sense of refuge… just as home should be.
He would spend endless hours there, resting atop the long black grass.
Piercing eyes witnessing the sweet rapture of the immense grey sky as Death danced around him, kissing his forehead, whispering sweet lullabies in his ears.

He lay awake, living only on the inside, in his own internal world.

A world as fragile as the heart of a child.
And yet still he felt something missing… he knew he couldn’t remain there forever.
Because when his eyes open to the world, and saw no one was there, he would die again…”

†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥†♥***♥~
Special thanks: ~
Original story was written by me, of course, but obviously I'm not as good at writting as my friend: =sarilX X D

He helped me a lot composing the story of the right way. So thank u so much!
~dalai~ (:

Tools of trade: Black watercolor. Black bic pencil. My heart.
Time. 1 hour

La version en español de la historia la puedes ver aquí [link] al final del journal (:

(c)-Bruz-belongs to me