A couple of nights more
A couple of days more
Or was it months?
Or years?
Or perhaps decades?
Time with him ran in indeterminate speeds.
Sometimes a moment felt like an eternity.
And an eternity a moment.
But that's okay. I have him. And my world's been brighter and more alive than it's ever been.
Everything was perfect.
"I can't stay" he said. "Not anymore. I'm sorry."
Until it wasn't.
And the sky suddenly felt like it's going to fall and the mountains looked as if they were crumbling.
"I love you" he continued. "But-"
"But you don't love me enough to stay?"
He went silent.
"Please." I pleaded. "What have I done wrong?"
"Nothing." he replied. And walked away. Away with his magic. Away with everything I never knew I wanted before I knew it was there.
I wanted to chase after him, but he was already gone.
He said "nothing",
And I kept wondering what "nothing" meant so I could fix that problem.
In time, I knew I'd learn to accept that our world was a shooting star- beautifully destined to be destroyed.
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The Artist and the Magician
PoetrySometimes falling in love is like making an artwork, you make mistakes, you fix them, and in the end it's either you have a masterpiece or a tragedy. This is a 5-part short story about a girl who loved but was never enough. An artist who tried to cr...
