The dream that you wish will come true

Silvano Sadira · 11-13-2011, 09:54 PM

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He wasn't sure what made him do it. He wasn't even sure why he was still sitting there doing it. He had a charcoal stick in his hand, made by smoking twigs and vines and branches in a metal bucket over a hot fire. His fingers were covered in the dust, but the marks on the makeshift paper were worth it. Silvano had a dried orange leaf on his desk beside the paper, flattened from days between heavy books. He did not want to waste paper to press the leaf into, so he pressed it and would store them in an old jewelry box. But now he sat there, sketching the leaf onto the paper. Next to him was a book opened to an image of a similar leaf, which he jotted the name of down on the paper.

Silvano was feeling that familiar pang of longing in his stomach, knowing that he wanted out of his room to see someone. But suddenly, he jerked as he heard a knock on his door and her voice muffled through the wood. He shook his head as he rose, the chair making a rough screech against the wood floor. "Giselle?" he said halfway to the door, curiously gazing at the door. She stood beyond it as he opened it, with something in her hands wrapped in cloth. There was an air of being sneaky around her, and the man pulled her into his room with a glance to see that no one saw her enter. He gently shut the door with a click, and looked at her. "Is something wrong?" asked the young man curiously.

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