Random Short Stories

My only wish

Laughter. Cheers. Just like fireworks, these small ideas of joy light up my heart.

But I know fully well how I'm not a part of this. The distant cheering fades as the children continue their intense game of basketball.

And I remain unknown to them.

Always looking at others' happiness from a distance. That's what I do.

How I yearn that the children would notice my presence. However, I know fully well what would happen if I join in the fun.

I'm the god of death. Nothing good will arise if anyone or anything interacts with me. All I bring is misfortune.

I'm used to being alone.

As I stare at the beautiful bright smiles on the children's faces, I can't help but feel envy creeping around my heart, and consuming my very being.

I want to be a part of their group.

I want to have friends.

I want to have fun.

I want to know how it feels like to be happy.

But sadly I can't.

So here I sit, metres away.
Staring.
And hoping that one day,
I'll understand and experience
The mysterious joy.