Written during a grammar class. Mainly plays with repetition of some key words.
Starlight shone down from the darkened sky, the only illumination on the moonless night. There was a sense of freedom that accompanied the new moon. A sense of expectation, of beginning, of potential. Oh to take advantage of that potential. To use the covering darkness to fulfil all expectation; to use that freedom and create a new beginning.
Xellos sighed as he let those wistful thoughts go. There would be no new beginning this evening. At least, not the beginning he wished for. Even freedom and potential had their limits, and they all seemed to be reached the second he factored in a stony, antisocial chimera.
If not for the walls built around the beautiful, tortured man, there would be such enjoyment in exploring that potential, in fulfilling all expectations. Those walls created the limits, however. It was so hard to get close enough to that desirable figure, how could a beginning be created from a distance?
He had been considering that issue for quite some time now, and had concluded that it could not. So, how to get past those walls? Was it even possible? Was there any expectation for success when the defences were strengthened by hatred?
That certainly limited the potential. What freedom existed when you were held in disgust? Not even darkness could conceal or cover that. No, there was no beginning to be had here.
He sighed again, shifting in the darkness. Why could he never let these desires go? Why could he not accept the lack of potential, release his expectations, and regain freedom?
Was it because he liked the punishment? Or perhaps it was because he perceived potential there when he knew he should not.
There were times when he thought his presence was welcome. When the walls would slip and his expectations no longer seemed so hopeless.
There were times when he saw potential there after all.
Those short, subtle glimpses were enough to maintain his foolish hopes. They kept his dreams of freedom bright within the darkness.
So he suffered in the darkness of the new moon, under the weight of his own expectations, under the illusion of potential, and the dream of a new beginning. He suffered from perceived freedom, and he did so willingly.