CCIIIB - J03 - A Journal of Him and Her - Part 1

This is a story about two souls who were thrashed together, despite their own interests and deprived of choice, by someone named Fate...

He walks about the comforts of his house one cozy Sunday afternoon, carefree and arrogant. This is his territory, shared with none, except those who serve him. Sometimes resting on the large and luxurious Italian leather sofa, sometimes striding across the polished granite tiles of black and white. His favorite pass time would be to sit by his double pane glass window and watch the passers-by out on the busy streets.

Despite his stature, he never leaves his palace, save for the one time when he was young. He wondered out of his courtyard on just a same cozy Sunday afternoon, and the wonders of the outside world simply seized him by surprise. The dazzling lights dashing to and fro over his head, the scent of unfamiliar smells mixed up all together, the chaotic noises, sounds of everything crying at the same time, the sweet, warm taste of the moist air tangoed on the tip of his tongue. And all of his senses, boosted with excitement and curiosity, were like a furry leash, tugging gently on his neck, irresistible.

It was not until another two weeks that his servants found him shivering of cold and hunger in front of his home sweet home, unable to enter because he had lost his keys, along with his other few possessions he had with him on the day that he left. Nobody knew what had happened to him during those two weeks, he wouldn't say, but since he's back in one piece (not in one of many pieces); no one dared to push the question further. He had never stepped out of his house since, even though 20 years has past.

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