The illusion

003 | Grievance

The sky began to grow brighter, illuminating red and pink hues popping out like a red rose in a white vase. The clouds came to life contrasting in color with the sun, as I drove swiftly on the road crowded with vehicles of all types. As I arrived at my office I got down and took a moment to stare at the magnificent setting. For a moment, nothing but pure silence and amazement filled my surrounding.

"Zilen!" A voice called out to me of which I recognized as my colleague Mr.Red's as I entered the elevator. I held the elevator door for him so he could enter. "Good morning Arthur, nice to see you this early in the morning"

Arthur Red, mostly called as Mr.Red in the office, is an attractive man who's two years older than me. He owns exactly three good looking suits and is always in a hurry, and wears no ring. Weird I know all of that.

Zilen's day went smoothly as usual with; her daily cup of coffee, her chit chats with her work buddies (formally named as collegues) and so on.

On the other hand, Rayvon decided to visit the beach.

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(The story will continue in Ryavon's point of view)

I’m sitting and watching the sky reflect my feelings right at me. With every soft breezy breeze, the clouds move slowly. The wind picks up and brushes my hair softly to my face. I take a deep breath, the sky really does calm me down from all the stress I carry.

Thinking back to all those years of hardship and grievance, the only reason I stood my ground was Zilen. She was the only reason I kept my sanity on check. Reborning as Half ghost is no joke. The pain is unbelievable. People who are reborn as half ghosts can turn into a version of their feelings at the time of their deaths. Those versions are referred to as 'Spectres' there are tons of types of Spectres. It actually depends on the way you died and how you felt at the last moments of your life.

My actual name is Mattheo Cabrera, I'm an American from the 80s. The exciting fast paced lifestyle is what captured most americans hearts. Life in general brought something new to society between new consumer goods and expanding cultures. In the end the 80s brought music, dance, television, movies, famous figures, and literature that would forever shape America.

Changes in music were inspired by social and political issues at the time. It was most definitely a politically charged decade:cold war, unemployment, poverty in homes.

My father trained both me and my brother to become a escape artist, illusionist, and stunt performer. And suprisingly I was ablue to do all sorts of stunts, escape acts and so on better than my brother, naturally making me my father's favorite. So controlled by jealousy, my brother decided to drown me to death during my Chinese water t*****e cell performance. Resulting my Spectre to be a Poltergeist (It looks like a magician/joker), a very handsome one at that. I radiate a watery turquoise blue glow. Plus I can move things around with water.

Life washes over those who expect it the least. It seeps into the expanse of space and steals the hope of the young. I beguj to play with time, innocent and vulnerable in my past. Then life came crashing in and destroyed everything, I led the remaining days with the knowledge that life has no mercy. Life is not fair. Only the salty sting of reality to my beaten ego was my companion.

I shifted my gaze back up, the sky seems to know every one of my thoughts, my dreams, my darkest fears. The sky is but a canvas of light, creating a new picture within seconds. Weaving a story through the delicate clouds, the picture grows beyond the expanse of sky. The colors splay before me, stunning and simple. Pink hues morph into vibrant purples as they blend with the beautiful blues. The glittering stretch of sea shines before my eyes. With every new wave, the light from above whispers promises of riches and sparkling diamonds. The swift breeze that kisses the sea sends the twinkling light back into the air above.

The ocean strokes land with calm and reassuring hands, lacing water with sand and lifting seashells in its wake.

My heart urges me forward, to walk among the peace, to capture the sweet smell of sea salt. My brain reasons with the rest of my body. Turning sharply from the lulling feeling.

The sun was going down, but the heavens were brighter and more astounding than I had ever seen them before. It was as if someone had set the clouds alight with raging wildfires and splashes of pink and purple scattered about. I never wanted it to end, but the sky had other plans. The masterpiece before me began to recede into darkness as the nighttime engulfed it.

I decided it was about time for me to return home. I still have to make dinner for the love of my life.

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I arrived home and got dressed into the home clothes me and Zilen shopped for on the way home yesterday.

I entered the kitchen and decided to make; Mexican style shrimp cocktail, grilled salmon, baked potato (with sautéed mushrooms, butter, sour cream, salt & pepper), roasted asparagus, Caesar salad, and garlic bread.

By the time I finished cooking dinner Zilen entered the kitchen with German Chocolate Cake she bought at her favorite cake shop. "when did you come in? I didn't notice you" I said smiling warmly, as I took the bag from her hand and placed it on the kitchen counter. "You made dinner? It smells Good. And I just came" she added peering at the dishes on the counter to check what I had made. I nod and suggested we should eat the cake as desert with warm milk.

The both of us ate our portions of food after praying and thanking the God for providing us with good food to eat.

A nice dinner with eachother. This is all the pair ever wanted.