Spring Day

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Spring is a time for new beginnings. The time for change.

A time we are afraid to face. A time we must face.

Omelas Hotel, a place of paradise. This paradise of youth. A place of perfection. Nothing goes wrong here. I look back at the utopia and the people under its spell. I run out of the hotel. I can feel the effects of eternal youth and innocence slipping away as I run out. I keep running, hopping onto a moving train. As I get inside, I look around. Sitting in a seat, I see a boy all alone, his head leaning against the window as his brown eyes watch the scenery passing by through the window. He has a frown on his handsome face.

“Hey, where are you heading too?” I ask him quietly as I sit at the seat across the aisle from him. His answer is so quiet, I almost didn’t hear it.

“Spring.”

He sounds so young and his voice is full of emotion. More emotion than I thought any human could possess. It’s an amazing and very tragic thing.

“Me too,” I say quietly. I stand again. I decide to explore the train to see if there are any other passengers on the train full of uncertainty and fear. As I head to the door, I hear a soft sob. I don’t have to turn to know the boy is crying. He’s too young to deal with this, I thought as the door slides shut behind me.

As I step into the next unit, I frown. It’s empty and eerily quiet. Not many people want to go to Spring, it seems.

I continue walking.

I need to save others.

I walk through the train, eyes darting around.

I need to go back.

“Hello?” I call as I walk slowly through the train unit. I hear a groan and look around. I dash to the door and jump through, jumping as I hear a thud against the door. I turn and look at the window where pits of cake, frosting, and fruit drop in splattered clumps, a finger slowly walking away. He has pretty pink hair.

I decide to keep walking. If I do this then I can find someone to ask. This doesn’t seem like a train.

“I’m missing you. . . I don’t know what to do, I’m missing you. . . These pictures just remind me of you, I miss you. . . And time is just so cruel; I hate this! Trying to see you once never worked out once; where do we find the chance? Like little specks Of dust. . .”

He’s singing with another Male. The pink haired boy is there too. And the crying boy. One is rapping. Another looks so weak and free.

“Is this the train to Spring?” I ask all of them, sad to interrupt.

“Yes,” the weak man responds. “Thank god.”

I take a seat beside him and we begin talking, the train speeding towards our only destination—Spring.

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Hello, my lovely readers! It’s been months!! I finally finished this and it’s the longest thing I’ve ever written! What are your thoughts? Comments and subscriptions are much appreciated! Toodles!