Matthew Williams has moved quiet a lot for his age. At an early age his mother and father divorced, leaving a torn Matthew. He'd alternate between the houses every few weeks or so with his brother Alfred. Not too long after his mother and father's divorce. His father, had died in a horrible car accident. Which left him to live with his brother Alfred and his mother Alice.
For a good majority of Matthew's life he had been ignored. People would act like he was completely invisible. Even his own brother would forget he existed. The self proclaimed hero would always steal the attention away from the shy blonde.
His father happened to be the only person that would acknowledge little Matthew. The Frenchman would always joke and claim it was because Matthew looked so much like him. That wasn't true though, Matthew had always been seen in his father's eyes regardless of looks.
His father had even given Matthew his first stuffed toy. It was a medium sized polar bear, it's fluffy fur was white as snow. His father had given him the bear after a memorable trip to Canada. That's where Matthew first fell in love with the Northern animal.
Matthew was now eighteen, no longer a child. It was his time to start living his childhood dream. While most kids want to be astronauts or princesses. Matthew's father had always told him one very important thing.
"Be a miner for a heart of gold," Francis would advise.
"What if I never find one?" Matthew asked sadly.
"Keep searching," he'd reply as he kissed his son's forehead.
Matthew smiled to himself as he recalled the memory of his father. At the moment he was at the airport heading back to the one place which held many memories Canada. He had recently been living overseas with his mother Alice in Britain. At one point he even lived with his brother Alfred in Hollywood. While living with his family he searched everywhere he could for this 'Heart of Gold'. Except, he never knew where it would come from.
Francis' words of advice rang through Matthew's head as he hailed down a taxi amongst the crowded Vancouver airport. People bumped into the slender blonde as if he didn't exist. Matthew sighed as he climbed into a nearby cab.
"Sheridan Hotel please," Matthew quietly demanded. The cab drive looked around impatiently waiting for his commands. "Sheridan Hotel please," Matthew voiced a little louder.
"Next time don't sit there like a bump on a log," the cab driver retorted.
Matthew sighed as the cab driver started the car up and began to drive away from the airport. He took his plush polar bear out of his brown satchel and hugged it close to him as the cab continued on his trek.
I hope that person is here, the one with the heart of gold, he wished to himself as the cab continued to drive.
Matthew looked out over the beautiful ocean view that he was lucky enough to have from the park bench he was on. Above the sky was painted in hues of purples, reds, and yellows. The hues cast a similar palette onto the ocean below; causing the usually blue waters to turn into a gorgeous master piece.
He hugged his polar bear closer to him, enjoying the warmth the soft fur gave against his frost nipped skin. He lazily pushed his glasses back up the rim of his nose and brushed back a few stray pieces of blonde hair. The wind around him blew slowly as it drifted off the Atlantic.
A sigh escaped from Matthew's cold lips as his violet eyes wandered around the rest of the park. He'd been here for a couple months now and have yet to find any signs of a heart of gold. He felt he was on the verge of giving up, no one would have a heart of gold.
He got up from his spot of the bench, he clutched the bear in his arms. He decided to head back to the hotel to get a good night sleep before work tomorrow. His feet scraped against the gravel path of the park, his head hung in despair.
"Maybe dreams just aren't meant to come true," he muttered to himself as he looked down at his feet. Matthew's eyes trailed up towards the heavens. "I am sorry papa, I won't be able to find a heart of go-" Matthew was interrupted as he felt a bump him to the ground.
"Oh flip, I am so sorry sir." a female voice frantically apologized.
Matthew groaned as he got back up to his feet. His eyes opened and revealed a beautiful girl who look extremely worried. In her hands she clutched a slightly dirty polar bear. Her expression of concern made his heart feel fuzzy and warm.
"I wasn't paying attention where I was going," she admitted. "I am really sorry sir. Here let me help you up," she offered as she stuck her hand out towards Matthew.
Matthew cast her a confused glance. She could actually see him, she didn't ignore him. Not only that but she apologized for bumping into him. Others wouldn't even think twice about looking at him, let alone apologize.
"A-Are you mute?" the girl asked, her hand still stuck out towards Matthew.
"N-No, sorry," he stuttered as he took the girl's hand and got back up on his feet. "T-Thank you," he smiled.
"Oh it was nothing, least I could do after knocking you down." she laughed, a large smile spread over her face. "I presume this little guy is yours," she stated as she handed Matthew back his bear.
"Thanks," Matthew blushed as he clutched his bear again.
"Sorry he's dirty. He's quite adorable, are polar bears your favourite animal?" she asked with a bright smile.
"Y-Yes they are," Matthew stated quietly.
"They're mine too," she added. "So what's your name?"
"M-Matthew," he responded.
"I'm _____," she stated as she stuck out her hand. Matthew hesitantly grabbed her hand with his large one and shook it gently. The feeling of her hand in his caused a few sparks to jolt through his veins. "It's a pleasure to meet you Matthew," she giggled.
"T-The pleasure is mine," Matthew blushed.
"I was just heading to a small coffee shop a couple blocks from here. Would you like to join me?" she asked, hope filling her eyes.
"B-But I am a stranger," Matthew said his brows knit in confusion.
"You seem nice and I'd like to get to know you better. It's alright to say no, I was just hoping to talk to you a little longer," she admitted, a small blush tainted her cheeks.
"I-I'd love too," Matthew smiled. He quickly leaned over and kissed the girl on the cheek, causing both parties to furiously blush. "I-I'm sorry, I-I-"
"It's fine Matthew," she laughed. In return she got on her tip toes and kissed his red cheek. "See, now we're even. Ever try maple syrup flavoured coffee?" she questioned.
"N-No," Matthew stuttered.
"Oh my, you have to try it. It is amazing, I absolutely love maple syrup." she giddily voiced. "I even put it on my pizza."
"I-I thought I was the only one to do that," Matthew gaped, his violet eyes gleamed with happiness.
"Well now you know someone else," she smiled. "C'mon let's go."
She began to walk ahead of Matthew, her hair gleaming under the rising moon. Thoughts raced through Matthew's mind as he watched the girl in front of him. She had a heart; it wasn't ice, or a black hole. It was made a pure gold. His heart skipped a beat when she turned around to give Matthew another one of her smiles.
"You coming?" she laughed.
"Y-Yeah, just a second," Matthew smiled. "I did it papa, I found my heart of gold," Matthew sniffed towards the heavens as a tear rolled down his cheek.
After wiping the stray salty liquid away, he walked up beside _____. She gave him one last heart warming smile, before they both of them began their trek to the coffee shop. Matthew starred down at the girl below him, the golden aura still surrounded her. He smiled softly to himself as they continued to walk.
I want to live, I want to give. I've been a miner for a heart of gold. It's these expressions I never give. That keeps me searching for a heart of gold.