《Chrysalis In Time》 Chapter 1 Rex always had a very obstinate stance about love. It was twisted in a way, something that the majority of people wouldn''t agree with. His stance resulted in him being single for the rest of his 25 years of life. However, he did have a rather close relationship with a girl, although it only being online. Aside from that, he ignored them and they ignored him. Rex had an abnormal view about women and relationships. The fragility of relationships was a thought and idea he developed after he''d seen them fail time and time again, which formed dark clouds of pessimism over his head. Women will leave you given the right circumstances was something he strongly believed in. Give it time and their feelings will fade and they''ll look elsewhere. Or if they find someone that''s just like you but better in every way. Or that they never loved you in the first place. There''s a lot of reasons, but he knew for a fact that a relationship can be ended on a whim, or at least tainted to a high degree that it becomes toxic and unfunctional. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Rex walked along the street colored with bright lights. It was Christmas, and usually around this time of year was the time his loneliness was at its peak. He wouldn''t ever admit he was, but seeing the couples closely hooked onto each other made his eyes crunch and his mouth droop. It wasn''t just the couples though, he had no friends either. Aside from talking with co-workers, his only communication was with others online. Even then, he didn''t bother adding anyone. He was frustrated with his life, he didn''t know why. Why was he so horrible? Some ideas popped into his mind, thinking that maybe it was other people that were at fault, or that the world was a square while he was a circle that couldn''t fit in it. He sighed and breathed out a smoke of cold cloud, then pressed the walk button at an intersection and waited for the remaining cars to pass by. It was cold tonight. After a minute, every car passed and he went on his way. While walking, he felt the air halt, time slow down, and his eyes slowly flushed as he felt an extreme level of tiredness. But, for some reason, his mind was occupied elsewhere. Not here, not why he felt like this, but memories of the past. The marks, the broken glass, the flower petals that slowly fell to the floor. They were all things he didn''t want to remember, but it was forced unto him. Then everything went black. His body slowly fell to the ground covered with a thin layer of snow, as more fell from the sky. THUD. Chapter 2 It was raining and recently his mom and dad started avoiding each other, so when his mother joyfully hummed into the house with orange flowers he couldn''t help but curiously ask questions. "Mom, what''s that!" She smiled at the question, took her shoes off then trotted around the house carefully placing the flowers in vases. "These are butterfly weeds." She paused. "Have I told you how your dad and I first met before?" Rex stared at the bouquet of flowers in his mothers hands. It was captivating, the bright orange color and the greenish yellow center that contrasted it''s body made him feel like it sucked out all of the gloominess in his body and replaced it with a calming joy. "No, how?" She paused in deep thought, then replied. "It was.. fitting. He came up to me out of nowhere, introduced himself and handed me a bouquet of orange flowers. I didn''t even know him at the time." "He did? Why would he give you flowers?" Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. His mom took a minute to think, "Oh.. well, " then replied in a simple and thoughtful way. "I guess it''s way to show someone you like them." She giggled. The flowers seemed to become more vibrant, lightening the darkened house as the rain drops quietly tapped on the window outside.
Rex felt the heavy texture hugging him tightly. It was warm, rather cozy. He hadn''t felt like this for a long time, maybe the last time was when he was sick in bed and his mother would bring him soup while he watched his favorite tv shows. Feeling nostalgic, he snuggled under the blanket even more to feel its grasp of companionship. This is nice, he thought. It really is nice, but for some odd reason Rex felt something amiss; What was it? What was it... He slowly opened his hazy eyes, but the blanket seemed to hug him tighter, causing him to sleep again. It was nothing. He stayed there, unmoving for a long time. Tik, tik, tik, he heard the clock moving. What was it? Ding dong. What is it? He was inside a classroom, with floating desks and chairs, then he was outside and all sorts of fiction-like objects were everywhere. FssssSSSSTTTT The kettle whizzed. A dog barked at him. Rring Rring. What were all these memories? RRing RRING RING Then.. who was she? RIIIIIIIING Rex jumped out of the blanket covered in sweat and breathing heavily. What was going on?