Demetryst2 #Wattys2017

6. Madeira herself.

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We were so much in love when we went into it. It was like we made an agreement, an unspoken agreement. We made up our minds never to think, talk or speak about the negative aspects of our relationship. The point was to enjoy it while it lasts.

We never estimated how long it was going to last but we also never assumed that it was going to be cut so short in the long run. We had whatever was coming. We deserved it, so to say.

We fell in love such a long time ago, even before we knew what love was. What we didn't realize was that our love was not to be; it was a crime, an abomination. It was forbidden.

But we fell in love anyway because the heart wants what it wants. And what the heart wants, the heart gets.

I never felt my heart beat so fast for a mortal before. I descended from the high places just to be with her, despite warnings that it might lead to peril.

As I fell more and deeply in love with her, I became weak, powerless. It was sickening. I was disgusted by myself. But there was nothing I could do. I was smitten, but I had made my choice and I had to live with it.

At first, she was a willing recipient of my love, accepting and giving as much as her heart's capacity, and sometimes more. She played the role of a doting lover, perfectly.

Then one day, turmoil began. She lost interest. I saw red.

She said she no longer wanted to be with me, that she needed someone more befitting of herself than me.

Me who had cared for her, loved her and cherished her when she had nothing. Dried her tears, fed her and clothed her when she was sick. Encouraged her, motivated her and cheered her when she was down. I was devastated.

Then she went into the world. She went as a foolish, naïve young one, unspoiled, unhurt, untouched.

She experienced the most heart wrenching experiences there was to experience, and came back a soiled dove.

I refused her. I rejected her, though it tore my heart in two to see her this way, it was for the best.

She began to blaspheme, speak absolute nonsense against the angels, sole companions of humans.

She was then cursed, with the burden of the tree, which she bears on her back, every hour of the day, dawn to dusk, every day of each year.

And because she had nowhere to go to with such a huge burden, I took her in, burden and all.

But now she refuses to speak, refuses to communicate, only walks my grounds at dusk, for the past 100 years.

I turned to the next page and slotted in was the picture of the lady in the garden, under it was written "Madeira".

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