Kryptionite

My body shook, as I walked home from her house. I could not believe I had told her my deepest and darkest secret ever. A secret that made her resent me, and push me away. A secret that she says I should have told her long time ago. A secret so deep that not many people knew it. A secret that she clams would have been useful when I met her, and started to go out with her. I have some trust issues, and I needed to know she would not tell anybody about my secret, before I acutely told her. Now that I think about it, she still may tell people. As I walked I wondered if she would do that very thing. Also as I walked, I thought about if she would ever see me the same again. She knows that I would never hurt her, but the fact that the secret reveled, may have her questioning that very thing. I knew what she was when we met, but I still went for it. I loved her, and still do. I did not care what she was, nor what she is. I wondered if it was fair, how I accepted her, yet she may not ever accept me. Some part of me knew it was fair. She had told me right away, and I had kept her in the dark for five years. I just could not let my secret get out. Over that course of five years, I had learned to love her, and to trust her. I wondered if she felt the same as me. I knew she had loved me, but did she still? Would I be able to regain her trust? Her love?

I got to my house, but I knew I still needed some air. I started to walk. To where, I could not tell you just yet. It was late in the day, and I knew the sun would be setting soon. To get the best spot I could, I walked to the beach. The tides were low, but still licking away at the sand. Something I loved about the beach was the interaction between the sand, and the tides, or waves. When a wave would come, the tides moved up farther, and lapped up the sand even quicker. It not only left a gift for the sands, but took away some of the sediments. Whether the water was looking for buried treasure, or some sort of a companion, it looked through the sand carefully. The water made sure to only take as much as it needed, and no more. The tides also put out the fire that was on the sand. It made it cooler, but still warm. It was just enough that someone else could walk across the damp sand, without having to jump in the water, like most did anyways.

I looked around the beach, and saw a few finished sand sculptures. There were a few mounds of sand, which, I assume, a little kid had made, just because he could. There was one sandcastle. It was very simple, and not extravagant, like some others I had seen. They had a small leaf sticking out of the top. Seashells decorated the castle, and a rap around moat complementing the castle as a whole. There was not a bridge, just a ditch filled with water. Not that I cared how someone had made it, it was just how it was done. Nobody was here besides me, but that did not bother me, I loved the quiet. I walked up to the place where the grass met the sand, and had a seat. Even though I loved the beach, and all of its factors, I hardly ever stood on the beach itself.  I did not want to mess with the perfection of the whole thing. The sun was getting lower, and was just about to kiss the water, and everything that is in it. This is why I came to the beach tonight. That moment where everything seems alright with the world, can always be found right here, at sunset. It was the best time of day for me. To get a chance and see the sun get swallowed by the ocean, and to give rise to the night. The moment when animals go to bed, while others are just waking up. The time when a day truly ends, is one of the most amazing things I have seen.

The bottom of the sun lightly pecked the water, but never pulled away. The sun dipped even deeper, at a slow rate. I always thought that time slowed when watching this exact moment every day.  Though I know that does not truly happen, I cannot help, but to have those thoughts enter my head. The sun was halfway down and was creating a piece of artwork right in the sky for everybody to see. It was as if everybody on this side of the world got invited to an art museum of nature. There are many exhibits, and it would take a very long time to see each and every single one of them, for none of them are the same.

When the sun was gone from sight, and the stars were out, burning, and shining brightly, I got up from my spot. I started to walk. I walked to the park, which was close to my house. As I walked, I looked up at the sky, and looked at all of the stars. Many of them were in clusters, and so small, you could not see any of them individuality. As I looked up, I noticed something strange. It was, I think the moon, yet different. It was not the same full moon that shined brightly every night. The one that had illuminated the city, or the campgrounds, the forests, open fields, and the rivers, now it was different. I looked at it closer, and saw it was different looking. It was no longer round, but a smile shape of some sorts. I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I could not tell you what the feeling was, or how it had gotten there.

The once bright park was slipping slowly into darkness. The only light was coming from tiny firefly’s, which despite their names, were not on fire. They gave the park a yellow tint to everything. The once green trees were now a lime green color, and the flowers were changing colors. I knew I had to go and find out was happing up there, and I had to do it fast. I quickly ran, and climbed a tree, before jumping off of it. Instead of falling down, like the normal human race, I sored up through the sky, like a bird. When I got into the space where the stars and meteorites all lived, I looked around.

My eyes quickly found a body engulfed in green flames. The body was still moving, and in fact still alive. I knew right then it was her. I looked at what she was doing. At first glance it looked like she was putting our homeland behind a big huge rock. At a closer look, you would see she was in fact disrupting the balance, of everything we know. I knew I had to stop her somehow. Doing just that, would be one of the hardest things for me. I suppose I know now why my kind is not supposed to fall in love with people like her. I had always thought they told us not to fall in love them, because they did not like anybody different than them. There was also a falling out between the two creators; I also thought that was a contributing factor as well. Now I know the truth. We are complete opposites, yet completely compatible, because of the basic formula we were made from.

I called out to her. I hoped it would get her attention, and make her stop. Instead she started to yell at me, and call me a lot of vulgar words. She worked faster to try and get the world to the dark side of the moon. I knew I had to stop her. There was one major problem though. She was my weakness, or Kryptonite, if you will. She was one of the things I loved. I scolded myself for that, for she was not herself. I knew I had to destroy her, no matter how much it killed me on the inside. It was for the greater good. I quickly set to work, and started to move the moon back, in its place. She screamed at me more, before I became too much for her. She let out an ear piercing scream, before falling to our homeland at neck breaking speeds. I quickly set the moon back in its rightful place, before plummeting down to save her. I had to catch her. If I did I knew my creator would make her like me. We were only a few feet from the ground, and she was almost in my grasp, but sadly I was too late.

I heard her voice call out to me, and I pulled up out of my dive. I landed on the earth by the whole she made, when she connected with the earth. I looked around for her. She called out to me again, as I fell forward on my knees. I started sobbing in my hands, as I said many apologies. I knew it was my fault she did what she did. If I had told her when I met her-

My eyes shot open. I felt pressure on my chest, and my arm. I felt soft sheets on my bare back. I also felt a light air wave on my chest by the pressure. I looked down, and saw her curled up in my arms. I smiled at her sleeping form, before kissing her head. Finding out that was only a dream was very reliving, to know I had not lost her. It also taught me that I would do anything for her. Looking at her again and knowing she was not dead brought a smile to my face. She had always been there for me when I was having problems. She was there through the good days and the bad. One day I hope to call her my wife. With that last thought, I once again closed my eyes and drifted off, back into the dream land, to let my mind truly run free. I loved sleep only for one reason, when I slept I could let my mind run free, away from people telling me what to do, and their judging eyes as they looked at me. I also got away from the pity filled eyes, as they watched me attempt something. One more thing I loved about her, she never did that.