ROMANCE: THE GIRL MADE OF GLASS by Ayush Kumar | GBAMLOG.COM

Heather stood 12.5 inches tall; she wasn’t colorless, as most of Kate’s friends would say (When Kate was a child); she was transparent…because she was made of glass. She would sit patiently throughout the day on Kate’s bookshelf, pretending to be a lifeless glass sculpture. She would occasionally slip between the pages of ‘Snow White and the seven dwarfs’ and would read through the book in one go; she liked Snow White but her favorite fairy tale was ‘The sleeping beauty’. There was a heart (also made of glass) embedded in her bosom, it was the only thing in her body that wasn’t transparent; it changed its color when someone touched her, red when she felt anger, yellow when she felt scared, green when she felt happy and blue when she felt sad.
All these years, her heart had been changing colors, but it’d never turned colorless…transparent. She knew her heart would only turn transparent when someone would touch her with true love; for love she knew, was pure…was transparent.
It wasn’t that Kate didn’t love her, she’d always treated her gently, but she’d always treated her like a toy…even though she knew Heather was special. Now, that Kate had grown up, she hardly even played with her.
One autumn afternoon, when Heather was gazing at the falling leaves through the slightly parted curtains, of the window near the bookshelf; she heard approaching footsteps, she became still. When the door opened she was relieved to see it was Kate, then her gaze fell upon the little thing galloping behind Kate; it was a boy made of glass mounting a horse, also made of glass. The boy was dressed in a transparent medieval jerkin and on his chest was a heart glowing in a greenish hue.
Kate cupped and gently put her hands next to Heather on the bookshelf; Heather stepped into the cup of Kate’s hands, her heart was glowing brilliant green, too.
Kate then brought Heather to the boy and his horse. Heather stood next to the boy, she didn’t know what to say but neither did the boy; he began whistling which made Heather look at him, who until then was looking at the floor (and everything else but the boy), and then he timidly extended his hand and said-
“I’m Peter,” then he smiled broadly.
Heather held his hand. Both their hearts turned transparent.

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