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She wanted to believe.
Believe that her parents weren’t dead.
Believe that she wasn’t staring out the gloomy window.
The rain gently fell onto the window.
She looked into the garden and saw the stone dragon.
She smiled.
She had named him Kiro.
They flew together. They fought against other dragons. They became heroes.
They became one.
That was all gone now. Her parents were dead and now was Kiro’s spirit. It was her parents who had bought her Kiro. They were the ones who had told her he was real. They had also believed he was real.
A long, bony hand rested on her shoulder.
She quickly spun around, surprised.
A tall, thin man stood behind her. His black hat covered his face.
“It’s time to go Paige,” he said.
“May I take just one last look? Please? I won’t take long,” Paige pleaded.
The man looked up, “I suppose just one more look.”
Paige took one last gaze out the window. She looked at Kiro. She sworn she had seen him winking at her but, perhaps it was just her imagination.
She smiled and silently walked out her bedroom door.
She walked into her parents room.
At night when she had a nightmare, she’d run into their room and slip into the covers. She always felt safe and warm.
Now, feeling the covers, she flopped down into the bed.
A tear ran down her cheek and dropped on the white sheets.
Paige put her face in the covers.
Their scent is still here.
Paige rolled around in the covers, hoping her parents aroma would rub off into her fabrics.
She looked up to the bleached white walls.
She felt like she was flying overtop of white, fluffy snow.
Paige sat up and wiped her flowing tears from her eyes.
She kissed her hand and blew it away.
In her mind she saw the kiss float around the room, then gently fall down onto the sheets. She was still with her parents.
She walked into the cold, dark hallway. The floor creaked under her feet.
A tear rolled down her cheek and fell to the ground. It slipped through the crack and through the floor.
“I am still a part of this house,” Paige whispered.
She walked into the bathroom. Itís bright yellow walls filled her with warmth.
She ran her hand down the faucets and walls.
She turned away.
She whispered ‘goodbye’ and ran out the door into the hall.
Paige looked down the stairs into the front room.
She stared at the sparkling marble floor and smiled.
She slowly walked along the stairs into the kitchen.
Paige used to bake cookies on holidays with her mom.
Those days were gone now. They are just memories to her.
The living room.
Paige was speechless. It’s chocolate brown walls with it’s warm, brick fireplace just could not be described.
Paige just looked down. She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to drive in a small, cramped car for five hours. Not to an orphanage.
The tall, thin man walked up behind her and laid his long,
skinny arm on Paige’s shoulder.
She looked up.
“It’s time to go,” the man whispered.
“What will happen? I mean, to this house that is?”
“I don’t know. It might go on the auction board,” the man replied. “Now, get your bags.”
Paige turned around and grasped hold of her bags.
The tall man was waiting beside the opened door.
Paige turned around and looked around one last time.
“Goodbye,” she whispered.
“Come along now.” Paige turned around and walked out of the house and into the car.
She looked out the window into the garden.
Paigeís mouth hung open.
Sitting in the garden underneath the big oak tree was Kiro.
“But? How?” Paige was speechless.
Something else surprised her.
She looked at the step.
There, hugging, was her parents. They looked up and waved.
They will look after Kiro and the house.
The sky turned pink as the sun set.
A tear ran down her cheek.
She was no longer sad but in fact, joyful.
Her body was full of delight. She thought she would burst open.
She smiled as they drove off.
She then believed.
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