Once upon a time there was a very troubled boy and a very special girl. The boy lived on one side of a big island and the girl on another smaller island very far away.
Every day the boy would day-dream about a girl who would come and start a new, happy chapter in his sad, miserable little life.
And by night, he dreamed of this very girl.
She was, of course, the most beautiful girl the world had ever seen. Her eyes sparkled like stars reflected in a clear mountain creek. Her skin was as clear and soft as the sand on an empty beach in the early morning as the water receded back to the sea. Her voice was unworldly. It was both as sweet as sugar and as exotic as a forbidden fruit. She was everything dreams were made of. Which is why when the poor boy awoke it was always with a frown as he found she was still just a dream.
He went on for several years wishing and praying to never wake from his dreams, to be with this perfect girl every night forever. But he knew that was impossible. She was the only thing to put his mind at ease yet he could never truly be with her.
Eventually he took solace in other means to drown out his terrible past. In order to cope with all his ill-fated feelings and his troubled demons he would take to the stage, he would forget his worries by becoming other people.
Whether he was the dashing hero who had to save the damsel in distress, the bumbling buffoon who distracted from the sadness or the bedeviled villain stirring evil — he preferred it all to his own life.
Soon he began to forget it all. His worries, his troubles, his entire history of darkness and depression. He forgot everything.
He even forgot that special girl from his dreams.
He went on to become a completely different person. Eventually his talent to act was discovered and he even left behind his home. He finally erased the last link to his horrible past. He became more famous and more loved then he had ever thought was possible.
Until one day…
At the release for his newest, best movie yet he noticed a woman, a reporter in the crowd of flashes. For a moment he was reminded of the stars. For a brief second he could smell the sweet, fresh, beach air. He blinked as he walked the red carpet and she was gone.
As mysterious as she was and as quick as she had come and gone…it was enough.
The former troubled little boy who now had everything he could have ever wished for had an enormous empty hole somewhere inside him.
And he had no idea why.
As a result all the problems and worries and troubles of the past started to fall out of this hole. Only because he had forgotten them all, none had any labels. Now he was haunted by nameless and faceless ghosts.
He threw himself into his career trying to put it all behind him but no amount of pretending would mask his pain, his yearning for something more.
Then one day, he had an interview with a young, aspiring journalist…
The first thing he noticed was her voice.
Sweet as candy it penetrated his ear and like a melody lifted from him all his fears and all his worries. they talked for hours longer then scheduled, but just about his career, but her’s as well. They talked about their childhoods, home towns and before the boy knew it he was even telling her about his special dream girl.
When t he night finally turned to early morning the young, beautiful reporter thanked the boy for his time.
He frowned despite his best efforts and said, “I guess this is where I wake up, to find out it was all a dream?”
She smiled and kissed his forehead replying, “It doesn’t always have to be that way.”
The boy suddenly jerked awake, still young, still troubled, still living in his home. All of his life from the moment he was discovered up until meeting his dream girl really was just another hopeless dream.
He walked outside to see a group of people gathering around a poster for a real Hollywood movie audition. Then the boy remembered that beautiful, sweet girls gentle words, “…it doesn’t always have to be that way.”
The next day, instead of going to the audition the troubled boy boarded a boat to take him across the sea to a small little island where he would find a very special girl.
The Invisible Ink:
Very simple tale here, I don’t have much to say about it. =) I hope you enjoy it. Sorry about the infrequent posting lately, I hope you’re checking back occasionally! I do have stuff written, just not typed up. =)
