She is beauty.
A blessing,
A gift,
A curse,
A lie.
She is life, itself.
In her path, there is always light, but there is always darkness following closely behind.
It's not his darkness, it's hers.
He is darkness.
A frightening force,
A unknown entity,
A truth.
He is fate, there is no escape.
He is death, itself.
In his path, there is only sorrow and heart ache.
The difference between him and her is that he has no light.
All the light goes to her, it belongs to her and only her.
Not him. He doesn't want it.
He doesn't want to give the gift and see it being taken back.
Only sorrow fills him.
"Why do humans love me and hate you?" She asks one day while both of them are sitting in a limitless meadow. Her side bright, full of life. His side dark, full of void and loneliness.
He stays mute for a minute, wondering if she knew why.
He looks to her and answers honestly, "You're a beautiful lie and I am the painful truth."
She looks straightforward, her eyes narrowing is sorrow, "Indeed, that's why."
He continues to watch her, for what seemed like internity, but both of them resided in timeless relem.
"Does it hurt being truthful?" She asks focusing her gaze onto him.
He doesn't want to answer, but he has too, "always."
A gust of wind ruffles through her long hair. The movement similar to the waves of the ocean moving gently against the current.
There is no denying Life's beauty.
She will always always be beautiful. It's part of her charm.
Everyone one wants life and they want to hold on to it.
Including himself.
