Willow's Short Stories

Short 2* Prophecies and love

     The prophecy said the beast could not be killed.

     "Could it be loved?" I asked as a child.

     Childhood is such an innocent thing. We wish to hold on to that innocence forever but life is unkind. As a child your worst fears are the monsters under your bed or dark rooms. This monster, I had thought, would be like in the stories where the princess falls in love with the ugly beast who turns into a handsome prince when they are truly in love.

     Presently, and when I say that I mean the 2020s, This prophecy had screwed me over. When they said beast I had imagined, well, a beast but in reality he was handsome and his words were beautiful. The real question should have been "would it accept love and return it?" The answer would be "no".

     Now, you're probably wondering "well Ari, how badly did it screw you over?" Yeah, uh, let's try "because I'm dead." Yup. Of course the beast couldn't be killed, he killed his lover, who knew all his darkest secrets. Secrets so dark that his lover would be terrified and might spill these secrets over to those who would kill him or his lover would be so afraid of him that she would kill him herself. A tragedy really, because out of his own fear he killed me, his lover. I would have loved him regardless of what mess he would get into.

     His "I love you"s were just a pretty lie. Maybe being dead was a gift, had he thrown me aside I would have an aching heart that would leave me falling to my knees crying and cursing the world for my misfortune. He was my first and last love, every inch of my beast was beautiful but inside was where the real beast hid, a horrible heart only after riches and pleasures. I had loved him so, that I wish he had truly known what love was.

     I wish that everyone would know that a man can smile at you, tell you how beautiful you are, or tell you how much he adores you, does not mean he really truly has a space for love. You should not stay for his pretty words or his money. I don't really know what real love is but I believe you should be with someone who really knows you that they gift you that weird thing you've been wanting, or make you something because they thought about you and hoped you'd like it, or they wish to dance around the room, or you have such a connection with them that you do the oddest things in public that no one understands but to you it means the world. Maybe love is meant to be meaningful to both partners.

      Maybe love is meant for soulmates; and mine never found me.