Killian was five when he decided set sail off from the harbours of dreams to become a pilot. It took him one quick view of an airplane gliding through the vast sky above him and an infinite interest of being able to engineer something so colossal, so superior to the average men with his own pair of hands. He took off knowing that no matter what it takes, one day he was going to do it, to be able to look down from above the sky, 50000 feet better than he is now and to acknowledge himself for his achievements. It was all set for him, the centre stage, the main character in the charade, a storm waiting to take on the nature.
Killian was ten when he was told by his parents that he can no longer see like how he used to. His sights have blurred, a side effect of a heavy fever that manages to get the better of him, an enemy immune to his will and dreams. He was taken aback, he was disappointed. As abject as he may be, he knows it was not over for him. In fact, he’s ten. He’s got more dreams to pursue, he’s got the world at his feet. Though he now needs glasses to help him garner his sights. It is just a small hiccup, he says.
Killian was twelve when his parents left for a vacation in Europe, and never did came back. He was put in the Child Services home, where he has to now find new family members to talk and have a laugh about with, and to tell to of what his next dreams may be. His sights wasn’t getting any better, and day by day goes on as his condition worsen. He is diagnosed of retina cancer, a condition that damages his pair of eyes that were once used to see the airplanes in the sky, to depart on his ambitions with. He was told that it was just another heavy fever, and that he will be alright.
Killian was fifteen when he completely lost his eye sight. He was deprived off of it entirely, and that his sickness only serves to keep him by the angels’ feet for the moment, with his medication barely lending a hand. He was told that he would have until the next three days before he can see his parents once again by the doctor. He was overjoyed, his face never been so jubilant and bright as he hugs the doctor with all his entirety. He was reassured that everything will be fine there, that he wouldn’t have to wake up to black screens anymore, and that he can see again the face of the two people that helped him find his feet in the world, though it haven’t been much steps for him.
Killian was on his wheelchair, his right hand holding his favourite Boeing 777 airplane model, and his left holding his glasses that was once his hope of seeing the world. The doctor said that tonight will be the last night he can enjoy the fresh air and the breeze of starry skies at night, because he will be going to a place where it is so bright and peaceful, melodies even play upon footsteps. Killian put his glasses on, though to no effects. He said it will help him find his feet again in the new place, and also to find his parents. He hummed to the melodies that once his mother had tucked him into, and gently rested his head against the seat of the wheelchair. He had all night to enjoy the moment.
He told the doctor of what he thinks have been an enjoyable ride in his journey. He was not able to fly an airplane, but he was lucky enough to have hopes on flying one. He was not able to see, but he can still boast the love of his parents he dearly loved so well. He does not have the luxury of being raised with one long enough, for he said good people gets early invitations to the special place he is to follow suit. It has thoroughly been fun for him, as he readjusts his seat and his glasses for the last time. Killian closes his eyes, as the night breeze accompany him to a sleep he was not to wake up again.
Killian was fifteen when he left the world, leaving his unfinished business in the world behind to follow through more challenging and exciting dreams alongside his parents again. And this time, he is happy to leave his glasses inside his pocket.