#Chapter223
Feelings of the world-02
Harmony
And there he stands. Few feet away from me with eyes so brown, so rich and so warm, it calms my heart just like that. His brown hair shines brightly, sometimes reflecting a light blond and other times a deep red. That broad shoulder from nights ago stands firm and strong, shoulder that I called out to me, as if inviting me back home.
I inhale silently, secretly loving the scent of home radiating off him. He reminds me of a place, warm and cosy, brimmed with happiness, something silver, something radiant.
But I knew better than to believe the lies of my eyes, for my home was long gone, long lost, forgotten, broken. It had fallen down, fallen apart. Home was no more for Harmony as was the world.
