Timothy looked down the 15 stories of building to see the minuscule cars, bushes, and people. From this perspective they closely resembled the little colony of ants that had made their home behind his house. “Two blind societies, only focusing on their own individual selfish needs, oblivious to one another's existence” he thought to himself. He was going to miss the small pile of ants and dirt he saw everyday on his way home. He was going to miss a lot of things, but he wasn't going to miss them for too long. Tim glanced down one more time, but this time he saw only opportunity and the potential for happiness. Everything was going to turn out okay.


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The small chiming of the front door bell goes off. Lavender’s lips expanded their way to a grin that was unlike any other. Her face gleamed with an almost fluorescent light to it, filled with excitement and anticipation. She pranced and skipped, almost running all over the small run-down apartment before she finally made it to the white aged wooden front door. One glance down to make sure the brand new blue lace dress she had been dying to wear was still looking perfect, and of course it was. Lavender’s mother had told her that the light blue went extremely well with her smooth long blonde hair. The thought that it had cost half of the monthly paycheck lingered in her mind. Ever since her dad Timothy had gone missing, it had been getting harder and harder for the now family of two to bring in a good paycheck at the end of every month.




The realization that her hands have been sweating like they never had before became relevant. This usually happened to some degree when Lavender was nervous, and more often recently. Across the compact living was her mother solemnly peering out of the doorway. The sight brought tears to Lavenders gleaming green eyes. “Open it” her mother whispered softly. It was apparent that it would have been equally as hard for her mother as it was for her at that moment. They rarely had visitors since they had last seen Timothy about 6 months ago, which made any small sign seem like a great hope. Her lanky and untrimmed fingers made their way to seemingly ice cold lock and turned the latch to the right to un-restrain the door. It was almost always locked nowadays. She was extraordinarily skeptical that a small metal lock could possibly keep anybody safe.


She finally did it. Lavender opened the door. But in front of her was not the tall handsome man with long shaggy blonde hair and green eyes that resembled her so distinctly. It was not the comforting and familiar man who always smelt faintly of cigarettes and the ocean. The man who stood in the doorway in front of her was an old man who appeared to be extremely lost or confused. The feeling disappointment and grief was sentient. With only the exchange of a look and no words, both Lavender and her mother knew they would rather have seen no one at all.