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Behind His Clouds
Today was one of those days where you could see, not just feel, the gloom. Everything in the room was filled with different shades of gray. The yale blue curtain turned into graphite gray, his purple haze blanket turned into pewter. Even the picture frames turned gray. He’s feeling so dull and yet he still sees dullness everywhere.
Paulo covers himself with a blanket, trying to remove the cold that’s running through his skin but then he sees through it something bright accompanied with a surrounding warmth. Slender fingers gently pull out the blanket and now he sees the source of the light. It’s cozily beaming at him and it has a glow that magically converts back the color of his room.
“Tara Pau, wala nang ulan.”
That’s because you’re already here.
Stell has always been his sun. Always behind his clouds, ready to give him a shed of his shine.