WITHIN YOUR LIFE IS A MEMORY OF A LIE.
“Daddy, Daddy!?”
A tear of a child, a twin of a broken mirror, Only broken into a perfected error.
Even though, like all stories, a broken thing can’t be fixed. You will find something to replace it with, at last.
If it is even a replacement.
‘Tap,Tap.’
The sound echoed, a melody playing in the wind.
Louie's foot carried itself through the castle's hallway.
Tears escaping from his eyes. All waiting inline, patiently like the good old days of preschool.
His last tear fell, a decoration, dangling to his orange cat-like eyes, as he couldn’t cry more.
But even so, his heart still bounced with fear.
Louie was Lost. Lost in a maze, like a realm of darkness. Like a black hole,
and he wasn’t exaggerating but really, the castle was immense.
He regretted the moment he agreed to a game. How could his father be so dumb?
He surely knew that they might get lost. Seriously, hide and seek in the abandoned castle is not the thinking of an
adult.
On top of that, he couldn’t find him anywhere.
Pulling his lantern up to his face, brightened his dark hair, brightened his numb face, finally changing its emotion
from the sad to surprised.
A sealed door, keeping its mouth shut from leaking its secrets.
“Maybe, daddy’s in there.”
Louie convinced himself, and it was a good strategy to keep yourself pacific.
Left with bare strength, he grunted, his gentle body cried sweat until the door stubbornly opened.
A masterpiece of the Spanish’s origin. Talavera pots hanging on the wall.
Oversized colonial wood beams ceilings, adorned with arched windows allowing light to enter.
It was a weird feeling, a feeling of home. A feeling where Louie belonged.
But something blew his thoughts away like dust.
A centrepiece, a book. Putten like the glue that holds the universe. Like a lotus floating in the water,
except there is no water, no glass, just nothing.
With doubt smeared all over his hands, Louie reached out for the book.
Nevertheless, the slight memory of his father slaughtered his hand away. His father always taught him,
“If it’s not yours, don't take it.”
‘Bang!’
The book aggressively sucks Louie in. Like a giant vacuum sucking the universe with it.
Louie’s body wasn’t helping either, instead it was a surfboard, waiting for the wave to ride it.
But what can he do, afterall he was just a 7 year old.
“Ahhhh”
Was all that Louis managed to scream. The ground suddenly turns into a black hole. A viper in one’s bosom.
He couldn’t feel his body anymore. Just the feeling of fear.
“Whack!”
Louie crashed, landing on the bare floor. Scarcely standing up, he realised he’s in the same hallway,
the same castle, only the castle was lit by crystal chandeliers.
They were whispers and fussing, discerning Louie that he wasn’t alone. People in fancy clothes swanned in a
crowd.
A tall boy was standing within them, royalty all over his clothes. He seemed to be in a high place, ladies following
him like a pier of zombies.
“Crash!”
The chandelier, dangelled merely to the ceiling. An inch just to crash to the marbled floor.
Royals finally turned their swanned expression to a horrifying one. The look on one's face, expressed the situation
as much as it could go.
Louie quickly ran, his body as tense as an ice cube. Then suddenly stopped. Glaring down at the prince, as much as
the prince tried to run away. He couldn’t.
The chandelier fell, glass all over the sky.
Louie’s eye met the prince's eye, he then finally realised the prince was him, just on the floor, dying.
Louie then knew he was a ghost of his past.
‘YOUR LIFE IS A LIE.’
