Is curiosity the overseer of coincidence or is it what binds all things together? Truly, how do all things come to be one or more? How does it all end the same way it begins? For the first time, like a binding string that tethers to destiny. But nothing is set and nothing is certain.
The sky was grand. The blue shade of the sky was clear and broad. The sun brought heat to the cooling temperature, and a few clouds and many birds were flying to the south.
The wind flowing north put forward a great force, slowing the birds' venture. Many birds travel together in flocks of many; this helps them sustain better success on their path, and each bird takes turns leading and guiding, venturing forward and taking the bulk force of the wind.
The world is unfair. It leads to uncertainty, and one cannot expect.
Though the sun is grand and the sky blue like marble, you could still feel the cold brewing, the wind gaining weight and force.
Many of the birds could not sustain, and soon the flock of birds that traveled south became few, leaving many birds that could not keep up. The wind was too strong, so they stopped and took a break.
One of the birds found a tree. A tree could be seen with a few leaves of brown, yellow, and red. The bird found a place, a branch on top of the tree.
Landing, he took the light of the weight he brought down with him. As the bird rested on the branch, he sought to find the rest of his flock. Looking around, he could not find them, so he moved to a higher branch.
The bird did and could not find his flock. Once again, he went to a higher branch, and once again he could not find them.
He was alone.
The bird started to call out with songs. But time went, and none of his flock heard him, yet he still kept singing songs of cries and help.
Though the sound could not be heard by the birds, he sang for them.
Only a boy heard the bird. All this time, the boy looked out of his window, watching the scenes that happened.
The boy looked at the bird. The blue eastern bird was beautiful, he thought.
"Poor bird, lost his family. I hope you find yours," the boy said.
Before the boy could think of what was to come for the bird, he was interrupted.
"Let's go. Why are you still in your dorm? Let's go!" A girl's voice could be heard knocking and questioning.
"I'm coming," the boy said, looking one more time at the bird before closing his window.
He looked at himself, checking to see if he had all his necessary things, before looking at his door.
On his door, there was a mirror that reflected the boy. The boy looked no more than ten years of age, his face that of a child's, but distinct and symmetrical. His skinny nose and wide ears brought a distinct look to his light brown skin. On top of his head was nothing but black, curly hair. He wore a black jacket with blue jeans and brown boots. The mirror reflected his light brown eyes, which had a tint of gold.
"Hello there, Ash. Make way," he said to himself before opening the door.
…
The wind, with force and no sound, was a conductor to the leaves.
Red is the color of life, red is the color of love, and red is the color of plentiful leaves that came forth, brimming like a crowd on the silent street.
Just like the silent street, leaves had no voice and no sight. They were silent, for their weight was too weak for the world, and for that, a leaf is but a leaf. They have no control and no freedom.
Woosh—the sound of two forces came like a train, giving sight like a cloud of leaves being punctured by a plane.
Inside the clouds of leaves, laughter and clanking sounds could be heard. Out of the leaves was a girl riding a red bike.
Then came another bike, blue. The boy smiled at the girl. He looked at her brunette hair that followed the wind.
She looked back when she saw his smile. Her laughter stopped. She smiled back with her light green eyes, majestic and bright.
The boy realized what just happened and ceased to smile. His face first looked down, acting like nothing happened, then he looked to the sky, as if he had no interest in her.
"Wasn't that fun, Ash!" the girl said.
"Yeah…" the boy said.
"Come on, I know you are having fun…I saw you smiling!" she said cheerfully.
"Aurora, I was not smiling," Ash said firmly.
"Yes, you were."
"No, I was not," he said.
"Come on, I saw you when I looked back a couple of seconds ago," she said confidently.
"Oh, well."
"Oh well, what?" she insisted.
"Well… I was only smiling at your weird laugh," he said, straight-faced.
The red bike slowed down, letting the blue bike catch up. Both bikes now rode parallel, side by side.
Ash could fully see Aurora. She wore a gray coat, black leggings, and black-red shoes.
There she looked at him with a straight face.
With a grim smile, she said, "Really…"
"Yaa…" he said, looking at her, eye to eye.
Before he knew it, he could not keep up with the staring competition. His face started to blush and…
She laughed. "Ha ha ha… you are so funny, Ash." Then she took off, her speed growing, leaving Ash behind.
"Wait up!" Ash shook his head, trying to cool his mind and erase what had just happened.
"Come on, Ash," she said, moving even faster.
"Wait… you forgot to tell me what we're doing today!" Ash said, trying to decrease the distance between them.
"Just follow me… if you can," she said, turning her head, smiling.
He smiled back.