Description
The Boy wants to watch his world's inhabitants be almost completely consumed by their darkness, the only light being left, a small slither of hope. Maybe, he will build up this hope, give them plans for a happy future, just so he can light the match and watch their hope burn with real light. Solid light that is so much more real than their imagination. I'm not entirely sure if my description makes sense, but I hope you come. Come with me to watch the Boy build a world of hope, then play with it till he gets bored. The Girl has light. And she shares it with others in times of darkness. But the Boy likes the darkness. It is the foundation with which he built this world. This is a short story. If you are confused about anything please leave a comment so I can fix it!
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