Sunshine Looks Nicer Seven Years Later

These four walls always surrounded me in this same way. One wall was the  wood boards that separated me from the other side and the door that led outside. The cell door wasn't locked, but I prefered to stay on the inside. I was safer here. There was a pathway outside in my cell, and it led only to a nice fruit tree which luckily bloomed every season. A waterfall rushed behind it. The cell cleverly included all the materials for making fire, cups, a pan, and a barrel. Really, it was the best place to live in complete solitude. It grew boring though, and it was only a matter of time before I gave up the silly act and finally decided that maybe it would be best to open the door that had been my only obstacle. It only took me seven years to finally decide this. I was pretty skinny, and my clothes were small and torn. But besides all that it was a pretty normal life, besides the fact that I had talked to no one and hadn't gone any where else. 

I pressed my face against the door that led outside into the town of Arrowtrever, the town I lived in for a full five years. Less than I had been living in this place. I needed to get out though. Did Leliko survive? I didn't know. What could the village look like now? Would I want to know? Yes I would. So what was holding me back?

I slowly put my hand on the doorknob. I turned it slightly and the door opened, but I still had it partially closed. I swallowed hard and swung it open letting in the sunlight and the fresh ocean air. I smelled blooming flowers and freshly baked bread. I licked my lips, but slowly walked backwards and closed the door. I sat down on  the floor, upset with myself. Maybe I wasn't ready to just run out in the broad daylight. It wasn't really like me. I hit my head against the floor for a few minutes and planned to go back outside once the sun set. I crawled out to the fruit tree and watched for the sun to drift below the ocean. 

Once the blue sky was engulfed by darkness I slowly opened the door to the outside world. A few lights struck out from their windows. The streets were completely bare, everyone inside somewhere. The town was different now. Bigger buildings along smaller streets, built out of stone instead of wood. More bright lights, brightly colored signs, and a large turning windmill. The village was completely re-built, and some buildings hung over the edge of the island even, stretching out on pillars over the ocean. 

I walked into the streets. I tried my best not to draw attention to myself, I didn't really feel like having a confrontation with anyone. It was a small enough island that they would know I didn't belong here. But would they even know my name? 

The streets were now paved with stone, instead of just being sand like they used to be. The sun would shin on it and reflect light back up into the sky in brilliant glass crystal designs. But the stone would be easier to move on, especially one a bike or something like that. Doors now ranged from wood to metal and glass. The only thing that still stood seven years later was Zanario's shop building, which had the Coffee Shop built upstairs. The coffee shop was still in business. But Zanario's shop had been renamed to Discount Goods For Your Island Needs. A lot longer than the old name. I swallowed hard, imagining what could have happened to the two of them now. Where had they gone. Did they get killed along with everyone else? Am I the only one alive from this place? 

Footsteps beaded around the corner. I looked around quickly. A bush came into my site. The footsteps reverted closer to me. I jumped into the bush, shaking leaves. Would they just guess I was a squirrel or something. I was much bigger. But it was dark. How would they really be able to tell? 

My feet were still outside the leafy walls. I crawled in farther into the wall of bushes cut into box shapes. But I ran into something. It was kind of soft. What could I run into in a bush? I looked up and saw two eyes shining at me. Through the darkness my eyes dilated enough to make out a face. She gasped. 

She grabbed my by the collar of my shirt and pulled me up close to her. She examined my face for a moment. Her eyes grew in size and she dropped me back onto the dirt floor. I puffed out a bit of air and looked up at her. She waited for the footsteps to melt away into one of the building before she looked down at me again. 

"Watch were your going," She whispered grimly. I could only blink at her I as so frozen with shock. She sat me up right and brushed off my shoulders. "What are you doing in here?"

"Hiding," I stuttered. "What are you doing in here?" 

She laughed, "Actually doing the same thing as you. I must say you look pretty familiar. Would your name happen to be Takeshi?" 

"You know me?" I mumbled weakly, pointing a finger towards myself. 

"Of course I do," She laughed. "Your mother always came to my father's coffee shop with you. I'm Kathleen, remember me?"

I only vaguely remembered her: 

Mother had her hand wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me up the stairs to the coffee shop that Sunday morning. The owner was a nice older man, with slightly graying hair and a short beard. He had a face that always appeared happy and was very welcoming. Behind the counter stood a girl that appeared a few years older than me. Mother told me her name was Kathleen and she was the owner's daughter. Dirty blond hair that went down to about her shoulders. She was the heir to the shop, and didn't seem to be a real an of working there since all she did was stare angrily at the wall. When I walked past she flashed me a simple smile.

"You're alive!" I gasped. She nodded, smiling at me the same way she did that day. "Who else is still alive?" 

"You, Zanario, and his daughter," She named off. "And that's it." 

They were still alive. 

I was content now. 

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