truce//halianna

Part 6 Youth

She waltzed into my life as effortlessly as she left, like a ballerina, entertaining the audience until their performance is over, then they take their final bow, and leave as quickly as they came. But when she took her exit I was not clapping, cheering for how good the performance was, but a screaming mess on the floor, grasping her hand, begging for her to return. When the night comes there is no longer any light in the world, just a moonlit abyss of darkness, and if you stray too far from the path you'll loose your footing fall into a downward spiral until you've half drunk yourself to death at least a couple of times. But no amount of booze or brawls will replace my sunshine, my hope.
                   I awoke wrapped in my blankets, Halia's warmth was obviously absent, I sighed, I probably won't be allowed a great big pile of pancakes I thought sadly. The balcony door was slightly opened, it's silver handle glimmered in the sun that was rare in Ireland. I sat up to see if Halia was out there, she wasn't but there was something else, a small black ball, currently curled up on the black chair, I threw my duvet off and went to investigate, the black ball was actually a wheel of feline fluff, it was sleeping, it's body slowly raising and falling. It was adorable, not as adorable as Halia but still pretty darn cute.
"Hey there little fella" I said softly stoking him, "what's your name?" I asked still rubbing the fluffy kitten. "Do you expect him to answer you?" Halia stood in the door way mocking me. I laughed, not hard enough to startle the kitty but quite loud. "I think you look like a wiskets" I said to the Kitty, "yes, mr wiskets" she agreed. Halia gave me a quick kiss on the lips, I was right, she was warm. "I'm off to make breakfast" she said disappearing inside.