Missing.

He was missing something. Something indescribable. Was it a feeling? Was it a possession? All he knew was that his life was incomplete.
It was only lately that he had been feeling odd, out of place and just not right. People said he had it all, the LA mansion, the rich business family and the most expensive car on the block. Not to mention that he was "Mr Popular". He was the guy the girls yearned to be with, and the guy every other guy wanted to be. So it didn't make sense for him to feel this way. Friends surrounded him every second of his days, he was never alone. Yet he felt lonely.
He had spent the entire day helping his dad at their family's car dealer. Exhausted. But he never complained, never sighed and never showed a single tinge of annoyance. He always did as he was told, not because of fear but because that was who he was. Never the complainer, always the hard-working, busy bee willing to help everyone.
And he had been happy. So he thought.
Life felt bleak, grey and suddenly seemed to lack meaning. He wasn't sure what brought this all on, but the more he tried to push the darkness over, the more he thought about it. So the thoughts and feelings drowned him. He sunk in them, not understanding.
At the annual country fair, he was surrounded by his friends and as they smiled and laughed, he tried his best to plaster a fake smile on his own face. Happiness was around him. But it wasn't something he felt. He glanced around noticing the young kids around him holding fluffy, sugar-filled, pink fairy floss. It shot his mind back to the past, his youth. Back in the day when he was 10, his family wasn't rich, merely surviving on bread and cheese. He recalled his mother digging through her wallet desperately to pay for fairy floss he had begged for at this fair seven years ago. He could picture her struggled face as she searched for two dollars in her old, rugged and torn bag. He could feel the embarrassment he had felt that moment. That was before. Now his mother could buy a whole fairy floss factory if she wanted to.
He had it all. So why was he feeling so low?
He could have anything he wanted, he could have a new car just like that, a new Ipod or a new television just like that.
But something was missing.
His senses began to go wild. Everything became loud, the laugher, the screams resembled shattering glass. His head spun and his sense of smell deepened as the sweet smell of candy mixed with the scent of hotdogs. It all became overwhelming. His sight began to blur, the sky darkened and faces began to dissolve. Something happened right there. He had no idea what but he was suddenly somewhere else. A familiar place. The smell of fresh paint filled the room, the smell, the orange colour of the small room seemed so familiar. It was a part of his past, a segment in his childhood memories.
His instinct forced him to walk into the kitchen, there were his parents, seven years ago. They were covered in paint holding paint brushes working away and sitting on the kitchen bench was himself, seven years ago. The little boy sat there watching his parents work their extra job. It was one of his parents' under the table jobs. He came over to sit next to his younger self, amazed. It was like a dream.
As he watched his parents' beautiful strokes that seemed so effortless he could sense that the young boy next to him was happy. Happy to spend a friday afternoon after school with his parents. Then his mother turned around and walked towards him. Could she see him? He thought to himself. But she didn't go to him, she went to the small boy, the him years ago. She smiled, a warm smile that would have melted a glacier and she said: "No matter how rich you get and no matter how much money you have, don't be blinded and always listen to your soul.."
Then bam. That was it. He was back into reality, it was like nothing had happen. He was there again with his friends walking around the fair. "Listen to your soul.." the words echoed in his mind. But he no longer felt anything. He felt no emotion. Just empty. What if he had no soul?