Lily's Confessions - 1


This is it.

Chapter 1: Skies.


I don't remember the first time I fell in love with the sky, but I vaguely remember why. I had a very poor eyesight and my eyes would always be glued to the ground. I knew something was wrong but was so hesitant as to seek anyone's help. When I knowingly started shifting to the first benches in classrooms and scrapping my knees every so often, I decided to tell my mother. I still remember that day. The day I got my first pair of spectacles, I looked away from the ground and then up. It was such a beautiful sight and I felt loved. It filled my little heart with so much glee to see such refined colours. And my first thought was 'Is this how everyone sees?' . Strange, isn't it?


What's even more strange is the fact that I enjoy watching the sky alone. Not with a group of friends, or with a lover, or with someone who needs a shoulder to cry on. But alone. I was and still am afraid to share something so magnificent and permanent with things or moments that could be temporary. A feeling that I'd associate people with the colours in the sky and crave their company so badly. A feeling that a splash of purple and orange would bring back the laughs and coffees we used to enjoy on the terrace. A feeling that when the sky is a partition between blue and fiery red, you'd be crying with no-one beside you and I am helpless. A feeling that I'd feel much more happier watching the bombarded magic colour show in the sky knowing that someone else is enjoying it too from another place.


And yet, I have always wanted to see if the sky was mine. If the sky would cry when I did, if the sky would blush when I did,if the sky would love when I did. But the sky was selfless and maybe I did love it a little more because of it. A little more because it loved all of us the same. I never looked at the month of June the same after my brother lost his classmate and the sky cried for the people that couldn't. Or when the sky added a few more stars when I felt lonely and couldn't sleep. The day when my grandpa agreed to run with us in the beach because the sky was clear and he felt like flying. The moment when the brown eyes of my dear friend hit a little different from the reflection of the sunset. If the sky bleeds for you in your moments, why shouldn't I? The moments are endless and I was clearly in love. A love that lets me sleep at night and awakens me in the morning with colours.


"Sunsets. Oceans. In heaven, that's all they talk about."




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