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Stop eating!

21 Dec

“Stop eating”, he said while shaking his head violently at the young boy. “Just stop it”.

The boy looked at him filled with surprise. His eyebrows up so far that they almost go into his hairline. He is confused as well. How can the old man say that. He had spoiled him for so long and now he was not allowed to indulge himself in the food that was brought in. For him actually.

The old man made a step towards the boy, in an attempt to scare him a bit. The only reaction he received was a smile. Which was actually pretty strange, as the eyebrows of the boy where still pretty high up his face. He almost looked like a clown. The boy turned around again while relaxing his face. He looked at all the fries, fruits and meats. They were so abnormally well decorated, all within his reach, that he started eating. A little strawberry, a big chunk of a steak and a bite of the chicken. He felt his belly grow just a little bit. He was not afraid as this has happened before. He knew exactly what to do when his stomach reached over his belt. He ate and he ate and he burbed between bites.

A disgusting sight, the old man thought by himself. A very disgusting sight. He could not believe he had let the boy in when he asked for shelter. He could never have guessed that a sweet, young, innocent looking boy could do so much damage to his house, his safe place. The place he called home.

The boy ate everything he could find. I did not matter whether it was made for eating or not. He just did not care. His sharp teeth and brutally strong muscles could master anything in sight.

The old man looked around in his house and clearly saw the damage. His windows were broken, which made it very cold inside.  He then looked at his comfortable sofa. Once, the best place to sit down after a long days work and relax. Now it looked miserable and more like a piece of junk at the side of a road. Ready to be picked up.

The young boy was standing in front of him. The old man was startled a little bit, but repositioned himself. He learned never to show his fear, to anyone, as they might use it against him. The boy kept looking at him with his eyebrows up as if he was awaiting an answer. The old man said, ‘what do you want, have you not done enough?”. He said it louder and more firmly than it sounded in his head.

The boy sat down and patted on the floor with his hand as if asking the man so sit next to him. The old man sat down and faced to boy. He had to look twice as he felt he recognized the eyes and when the boy spoke, he almost fainted. The voice.. it was his.

“You let me in, voluntarily, you asked me to feel comfortable and you showed me everything you love most”, the boy said. The old man nodded. It was true. He did everything that the boy said he did.  The boy continued,”you smiled when you were angry, you said stop when you actually wanted me out and you let me ruin everything you loved”. The man realised this was true as well.

“Of everything you have done”, the boy said asked, “did you ever think about why this happened”.

There was a long silent. Not awkward, but just so filled of emotions, that nearby birds that felt it weeped.

The old man started crying. He started talking out loud. “I did this all. I let you ruin my good fortune, my beloved belongings and I even let you take my pride”, the man said.

The boy did not blink. Not even once. He only looked back at the man. “Why”, he said calmly, “why did you do that?”.

The man realised that the moment he let guilt in, it started eating everything he had. He felt guilty for not asking that question, for not enjoying that moment, for not believing that story, for not cherishing that memory for not living his life.

Once he realised this, he opened up his eyes and found himself staring at the window of his living room. He turned around and saw that his favourite couch was looking as new, his windows were closed to keep the cold outside and his hands were different. He hands were of a young man. Strong and healthy. The man ran to his phone and dialed a number. After 3 rings the call was answered and he said, “hello,I miss you so much, can I come over?”






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