Pulled Away

A boy whose heart knew only the warmth of his father's embrace. Beyond the little boys control, the world had worked a distance between them, stretching for seven hundred miles of sadness and confusion.

The boy, tender and naive, could not understand the complexities of love and separation. To him, the world was simple: his father was his haven. Each visit was a festival of fun, a sweet moment in time, and the universe conspired to bring them together in pure happiness.

Sadly, these moments were brief. With every parting, the boy's heart shattered again, scattering pieces of his soul across the distance. He could not understand why the two pillars of his universe, his mother and father, stood apart, nor why his cherished times with his father were so rare and short-lived.

As quickly as the light came, it would fade, leaving him in the grip of a profound emptiness. The boy would clutch at his father, trying desperately to hold him against the winds of reality.

With each goodbye, he felt exiled from his own paradise, his small hands reaching out for a love that distance rendered unreachable. He yearned for the day when miles would shrink and time would relent. He was being pulled from the comfort and happiness he desperately needed. Staring at his father through eyes blurred with tears, he watched as the familiar figure faded into the distance.

His grief wore him down during the seven hundred-mile trek, each mile further from where he desperately wanted to be. Hours stretched into days, and grief gave way to fear and anger. Inside, the sweet, innocent boy was breaking, shattered by the fear of being alone and abandoned, the terror of a happiness that might never return.

He felt the anger rise, a fire against the unfairness of separation, against the cruel indifference of a world that kept him from the one person who he needed most. His little innocent heart cried out in protest, reaching for the embrace that never seemed to last.