"Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Being alive is the special occasion! Even the prettiest flower dies someday, because nothing truly lasts forever.."
All you could hear were the tear drops that fell upon paper, and the deep hollow gasps of one going through loss.
The silent scream of pain was evident in the room that was only lit by a sunset light. It's muted color an unfortunate encouragement for the mood.
His hand dropped to his side as the soft sound of a pen hitting the ground resounded in the room. Crystal-like tears flowed down his cheeks.
He wanted to yell and scream at the top of his lungs but a lump had formed in his throat. He didn't even have the strength to lift up his white-knuckled fist.
Amaranthus was sitting on the floor, dazedly staring at his ceiling. His chest throbbed with emotional pain, his gut twisted in distress and anxiety. He felt weak, powerless and alone.
He chuckled, as his face held grief.
Over the years, his room had changed quite a bit, yet there was one aspect that remained constant throughout the years; His ceiling.
His Uncle Corwin had seen on the internet an intriguing idea, which was to grab a couple of LED strips, glue them to paper which you also glued to the ceiling, then you also glued large amounts of cotton balls to said peices of paper, outting them togetherlike a puzzle.
The amount of glue that was used that day had brought the both of them to a gut-wrenching laughter.
You basically made the ceiling seem like a storm cloud that had thunder rolling through it.
Unlike the typical set up, his Uncle even grabbed some grey paint, so that the clouds resembled the dark grey storm clouds, while also setting up a small program that would play a rainstorm sound with the lightning lighting effects.
The two of them had spent three days together after his dad had left for an overseas business trip, and that was how they had spent it. The memories flooded his mind, he couldn't help but reminisce the good times he had spent with him.
'The memories of your loved ones are the last embrace you'll ever recieve from them.'
*Sigh*
'Now there is only empty space..'
'What a depressing thought.' He picked up the leather-bound notebook as well as the pen that had rolled a few inches away and wrote the depressing thought down.
...
Seven days later.
At the lower level of Amaranthus's House.
The sound of gloved fists hitting a leather punching bag could be heard, along with the clanking of the metal chain suspending it.
An attendant walked out of the elevator that allowed access to the lower floor which was also known as the Gym.
Amaranthus's fists were fast without compromising power. Each punch supported to the fullest extent by his body.
As he landed punch after punch, his eyes kept a death stare with the bag, his intensity neither diminishing or over exerting over time.
The attendant gulped.
His boss was a rare breed, the type that had mastered the duality of human nature. Meaning his good heart, and sharp mind were in control, with none having dominion over the other.
When the need arises to solve a problem, he will dig out the root. When he needs to show compassion, he will exceed everyone's expectations in the help he gives out.
After the passing of his Uncle, he was more quiet. Less expressive; But that was the extent of what people could see.
It was no secret that Amaranthus was a rather distant individual, even when giving help. It seemed that the passing of his only living relative had really taken a toll.
If before, he were likened to a hill that was far away, then now, he was more like a lone mountain which towered over everything.
'The space between us has grown.'
The attendant dropped his head a bit. He wanted to help, as did so many others, but it was difficult to help someone who didn't want it.
Amaranthus finished his set of practices and slowly regulated his breathing. He had long noticed the new decoration that stood next to the elevator entrance.
"Thank you for waiting, Kalos. What can I help you with?"
Kalos inwardly shook his head. 'If only more people in important positions could handle power with this degree of humility.'
You could say that Amaranthus was the sole leader of Northwind City. Even then, he cherished every individual and treated them with respect.
Kalos smiled as he remembered one of Amaranthus's most famous quotes.
It went something like, "Our society revolves around the people present in every moment; to deprive yourself of each individual's life experience is the greatest factor in failure for people in positions of power, and the biggest indication of corruption. Be it, Companies, Governments, institutions, etc."
"We must also never forget our individuality; for it is our greatest fundamental value. Forget the labels others will place on you. You, are you. I believe that to be the most valuable thing in our world."
"Humanity thrived because it worked together. We, have built everything we have now, on the foundations set by our previous generations. We should honor their ways of life in this regard."
"I have searched our Faction according to your criteria, and the results seem promising Mr. Eagean." Kalos spoke steadily.
Kalos had Brown hair and green eyes with a round face. His build was slim, and his attire was a soft blue suit that suited, hehe, the occasion.
"Excellent, give me twenty minutes and we'll meet in my office." Amaranthus replied with a gentle smile.