This is your country, this is your home.
This is the house where you grew up alone.
Is it selfish for a child, as they grow, to not appreciate the solid and safe foundations that their parents build for them?
Or is it, in fact, tragic that the apparent solid and safe foundations are not enough to let their child feel fulfilled?
Perhaps, both tragedy and selfishness entwined are forces strong enough to shatter these said foundations.
If you ask Damien how and when he discovered that the life he was given was not enough for him, he would not be able to give an answer. Nothing was wrong with the cosy cottage he was raised in, there was no spitefulness or bitter arguments between his parents, there were no unfair rules and there was no hatred lingering in the walls of his family home.
It just simply...bored him.
There was a fire in his veins, and as he grew it only became harder to control. After tiresome years of the same routine, Damien's bad behavior was simply a result of the lack of being stimulated. He wanted to grab life by the horns and tear everything apart, in the most harmless of ways, though the young farmer soon learned that this thirst for life was seen as chaos and dangerous by the simple-minded people around him.
All except one.
Maisey.
She was quite typically what anyone would call cute. With blond hair always in a messy plait, freckles across the tops of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose and wide foolish blue eyes like a cartoon animal's. Damien and her weren't exactly friends, as he was always too busy working on the farm to spend any real time with her but in many ways their friendship was far stronger than most. Maisey would wander up the winding path that led to his farm and perch on the fence and talk to him while he worked, sometimes, she'd simply visit and they'd not utter a word but smile to one another while Maisey did her homework.
She always looked at him differently than the people in his small village. Damien was used to being as close to invisible as humanly possible but it always felt as if Maisey saw some kind of potential lurking within him. She was curious about the quiet farm boy who couldn't read or write and sometimes she brought books from the library to read to him, but that routine would only last during the warmer months and as soon as winter peeked it's freezing face, Maisey disappeared along with the sun.
At the time, Damien hardly thought much of the odd friendship he had with Maisey, but when reflecting on his childhood he could easily see that Maisey was a symbol for so much that was submerged into his subconscious.
She was his first crush, and he planned many ways to try and kiss her or ask her to spend some real time with him but she was also a physical reality of Damien's fear of the stereotypical stability his parents wanted for him. He soon began avoiding indulging in turning their friendship into anything else, for the last thing he wanted was to be just another tiny town marriage settled in a house in the woods and having children.
The night he finally kissed her was the night before he left his hometown for good, and she was oblivious to this fact. Their kiss was quick but lingering, both of them climbed half way up either side of the fence surrounding the perimeter of the farm, locked in an embrace where he was stopping her from falling as her tiny fists clung onto his shirt.
And that was where she was another symbol.
A symbol that Damien would never let anybody in, not truly.
Oh, shut up. I didn’t see your little cock, you’ve got nothing to whine over, especially since I saved you from an unpleasant rash. You should be thanking me.
Yeah...it looks bad, pal. How did you manage to not see a pole?
Don't mention it. You're the ultimate cock block, though. Yeah...just ignore her. She'll probably get high and leave. *Poofs and returns with a wet towel and a bag of frozen peas* Just relax and put these on your eye.
Guess you’re just not one of those people. If there’s even a type of people like that.
Well, this is awkward, but I kind of might’ve ran into a pole while I was taking a walk and your house was the closest so do you have a first aid kit or something?
I was wondering why you had a massive black eye. You sure a pole did that? Cause if it was someone I'll be more than happy to go and have a little "talk." with them.
Yeah...yeah, make yourself at home. I'll go get it.
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