ANDEN
CHASING THE SUN
Everyone seemed to want Anden to forget. To ignore everything from his past so he could build his future. At first the idea seemed wrong. His past was what made him. They were his roots that searched out life, and supported him for so long. After the event in the Glade though, when his memories came back to haunt him, he wasn't so sure anymore. What if moving on meant he couldn't be hurt by his past anymore. What if the only way to truly be happy was to grow new roots in Caido. Anden couldn't find the right words to reply to Aisha's suggestion. He knew that they both felt the same way. "You try hiding away all day alone, and see how many words you have after that." Anden shot back. He usually wasn't the one to talk so much, but ever since coming here, he felt the need to make connections and speak more. He slid out of his dark jacket, balling it up and using it as a pillow while he stared out at the stars. Aisha was right though, the silence was beautiful.
The silence was broken by a simple statement. One that resonated with Anden all too well. I'm going to leave. The thought had crossed Anden's mind so many times since he arrived in the Grounds. The gloomy city wasn't the life he had ever pictured. It reminded him of the stories he heard from the traveler's fleeing the Kingdom. Anden raised his right hand and pointed to the sky. Above Dani's constellation he traced the image of a single petal. "In my world, the trees would blossom every year, and their petals would travel with the winds for miles and miles. You might not care for the stars, but..." He gave a small sigh. "Now whenever I feel like I'm missing you. I can look up into the sky and have a piece of you."
