((yep this is for reya and this is the prologue for a story ill probs never finish TTuTT))
“In the beginning, man and woman lived in a wonderful paradise that provided them everything they needed. It was a heaven that the creator made for his most prized work of art—human beings.
That place is called the Garden of Eden, and it was where everything started.”
An old woman coughs, and her story is interrupted as her grandson grasps her hand tightly like a lifeline.
“Grandmother?” Concern fills his words, and the woman smiles, a nostalgic comfort she makes as her body begins to shut down.
“Ah, little Liam. I’m sorry I can’t continue any further. You always liked that story.” She laughs, hoarse and weak with age, but it rings like wonderful bells around the room. “I’m afraid I have to go now.”
The boy’s hazy oak eyes scrunch up further, tears pooling at the corners and pain fills his chest. “Grandmo—“
“It’s okay, Liam.” ‘Even in her last breath she worries for someone else.’ The boy thinks. “Maybe I’ll finally get to see Eden, yes? If I do, I wish I could tell you about it, dear boy.”
The dark haired boy starts crying, tears streaming down his pale cheeks as his hold on his grandmother’s hand tightens. It was painful, really. The days had come and gone so slow in the countryside, he never thought the time for his grandmother to leave would come so soon. Expect the unexpected, they said. What a timely paradox.
“Listen, little Liam.” His grandmother calls him, and his head snaps up almost immediately. “I want you to go to school, you hear me?”
The boy’s eyes widen into saucers, and his body goes rigid as he leans forward. “But grandma, my—“ I’m not like the other people. I’m strange and weak and--
“--I want you to eat your meals properly, I want you to make lots of friends and I want you to find someone who will love you more than I will.” The old lady cuts him off, continuing with a weak yet demanding voice. “I don’t want you trapped in this countryside with your losses being a burden to you for the rest of your life. I want your losses to set you free. Liam…”
Pain. It was all he’s ever known in his life.
Liam’s mouth presses into a thin line, and tears make him barely be able to see.
“I want you to live, even if it kills you.”
A wrinkly but warm hand wipes the droplets away from his face, clearing his vision for a split second just to make him see the warm expression that his grandmother held.
“And when you come and find me in paradise, you’ll have a smile on your face and you’ll tell me you know what love feels like, and that you’ve found your Eden on earth.”
((I’m so sorry my writing skills are a mess haha))