The gigantic and loathsome monster, Uncertainty continued to destroy the city of Dreams and Happiness.
The boy clenched his fists. He just wanted to find his destined love again, Luna.
He must, he thought, have made mistakes that made her go away at the blink of an eye.
That’s why she left like all the others the boy loved.
The boy walked straight ahead, making a conscious and determined effort to find nothing but the silhouette of the girl he saw.
Alas, under the same alluring sky, all he could see was the humdrum repetition of buildings looking rather indistinguishable to one another. The sky was eventually turning red with the city’s glorious splendour never to be seen again. Exhausted from his never-ending search of the girl, the boy sat down by the dull and bleak bridge under which the red river flowed.
Was it the boy's wrongdoing that led to the desolation of beauty?
The boy was reminiscing.
Back in the city of Reality, everything seemed so tragic and colourless but yet people seemed to accept this colourless reality. Why was it that everyone he met and fell in love with ended up pushing him away?
Being hated in the city that you grew up in, not being loved by the people you love.
Was it simply not the boy's right to be loved?
Silence is deafening always. A silence with the person you love implies the pitiful proof of impossibility that you can be loved.
No one had said anything to give him instructions, or even when to say 'hi' to the attractive person. Never in all his years in the city of Reality, has he experienced love before but the damnation called isolation.
And now too, the absence of the girl was everything he saw. Nothing but the deafening silence was echoing after the constant search of the girl.
This too seemed to echo the mockery, or at least the boy thought, of him for how unattractive and unlovable he is.
The boy didn't want to go back to Reality,
the city that is filled with hypocrisy.
People that stabbed his heart with all the flowery words.
Kindness was to say "I think you are great but we should stay as pals".
Cordiality was to say "You can focus on yourself now."
None of it made any logical sense. And as the boy was reminiscing, he began to ask himself a question.
Everyone had their inalienable right to be loved but how was it that he cannot?
He reasoned that the city of Reality in every comprehensible sense is to be avoided. It’s the world designed by the winners to make a mockery of the unlovable.
This cannot be the city of Dream and Happiness. Outside the colourless city of reality is where he can finally deserve to be loved.
Was it his wrongdoing that led to the desolation of his Dream and Happiness?
No
The boy said to himself.
This cannot be happening.
I'm still on my way to Dream and Happiness!
The boy yelled.
I just need to travel further away from Reality!
Luna Moonlight must be a hypocrite like others I met in Reality.
That’s why she left me behind like all the others!
The boy thought to himself,
The right thing to do now is to run away from all the ever-present tragedies in sight.
Nothing will hurt him when he reaches the city.
The city that does not exist in reality.
Nothing can break his heart.
But he will finally be loved in there,
he can be happy, forever.
he will be happy.
The boy continued walking
Walking past the streets without end,
without the end to the humdrum repetition of all the daunting and bleak buildings lined up endlessly in an orderly fashion to infinity.
He moved his steps towards endlessly where he thought he was destined to go.
And he walked again.
And again.
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It must have passed 8 hours or so.
But everything seemed so strange and the boy began to notice things.
For example, why was it that no matter how long he continued walking, he simply returned back to the fake city of Dream and Happiness?
There was nothing but a never-ending paradoxical loop of returning back to the bridge under the same dystopian red sky.
For example, why was it that he would still return back to the bridge with the red river flowing underneath?
The boy thought to himself,
“Maybe I am crazy.
The time never went past? Not even a single moment?
Maybe, my sleep will invite me to the world that I have yet to see.”
The boy began closing his eyes.
And he thought to himself,
"This is a fake dream.
I suppose I'll try to sleep properly this time".
What a relief the boy felt.
He has finally found an answer to the illogical phenomena happening around him.
The boy simply imagined himself as he pictured a girl in his head he desired the most.
He imagined himself holding her hands,
Imagining being loved by the particular individual he loves;
Imagining that there is no city of Reality stopping his desire to be loved.
There will be no pain
There will be no tears
But the glorious magnificence of the girl he is destined to meet.
The Real Luna.
Say no more to this monstrous and ever-repellent fabrication of Luna that wants me to go back to Reality.
The boy breathed out a sigh of relief.
The boy opened his eyes again.
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Nothing.
There was nothing but the absence of the girl he imagined and the same deafening silence under the same red sky and in this humdrum town.
The boy began screaming.
Please someone help me! I deserve to be loved! I want to be loved!
Can someone please just tell me?
Can anyone hear me?
Where is she?
Where is she?
It must be real!
The city of Dream and Happiness!
It must be!
Tell me!
Tell me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And he collapsed.
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