The Boy Loved In Silence -Part 2 :The Light Within
Darkness wrapped around him like a soft blanket, endless and still. The world outside faded until only silence remained. Then, out of that void, a faint light appeared — glowing softly in the distance. It wasn’t harsh or blinding. It was warm, calm, and peaceful, like it had been waiting just for him.
He didn’t know where he was. The ground beneath his feet rippled like liquid glass, reflecting the mysterious glow. Slowly, he took a step forward. With every step, the ache in his chest began to melt away. A quiet peace, something he hadn’t felt in years, began to fill him.
The light pulsed, almost like it was breathing. Then a voice, gentle and deep, echoed through the silence.
> “Why are you sad, child?”
His voice trembled as he answered.
> “Because I’m weak,” he said softly. “Everyone is stronger than me.”
The light shimmered like it was smiling.
> “You are not weak. You are stronger than anyone I’ve seen. Your body may be fragile, but your heart and patience make you powerful.”
He lifted his head slowly. “Then why do I always get bullied? Why does nobody see that strength?”
For a moment, the light was quiet, its glow steady and thoughtful.
> “Because the world fears what it cannot understand. But someday, they will see. The strongest hearts are forged in silence.”
The glow grew brighter, surrounding him. A soft wind swept through the space, carrying whispers that sounded like hope.
> “Wait!” he called. “Who are you?”
But the light faded, and everything went white.
He gasped awake. Morning sunlight spilled through his window. For a second, he thought it was all a dream — until the warmth from that light pulsed faintly inside his chest.
He began to get ready for school, buttoning his shirt, when suddenly a sharp pain struck his chest. It was like lightning — burning, twisting, unbearable. He clutched his heart, gasping for air. The room spun, colors fading into black.
When his eyes opened again, he was in a hospital. The smell of antiseptic filled the air. His mother sat beside him, tears on her cheeks; his father stood near the door, trying to stay strong.
> “You’re awake,” his mother whispered. “You scared us so much…”
He nodded weakly, then pushed himself up. His legs trembled as he walked toward the washbasin. The mirror reflected a pale, tired face. Then — for just a heartbeat — his eyes glowed blue.
It lasted only a second, but it was real. A calm, beautiful blue — the same as the light in his dream.
He stepped back, stunned. The glow vanished, leaving his reflection normal again. But he could feel it — the same warmth pulsing deep inside.
He touched his chest, whispering to himself,
> “That light… it’s still in me.”
And for the first time in his life, he didn’t feel weak at all.
As he saw his reflection every moment with the light flashed in his eyes
Part two will be coming soon, stay tuned
Thank you for reading
By-
SF MASTER
