She had seen me. She had felt me. I was sure she had wanted to reach me. She tried, but for some reason, she could not.
Finally seeing her so up close had warmed me. Her grace was never hidden beneath her glowing existence. I could never forget, but my longing to see her face after she had begun to fly closer to the sun had finally been fulfilled. In ways, that it could never be.
When I saw her, I wanted her to call to me. I wanted to talk to her so much, yet, her reaching out to me had burnt me. I had to escape. I had to leave.
It was so strange, the feeling of a burn. It still stung where she had almost made contact.
And now...
Now I begin to regret being so weak. Now I regret, as I had lost the only chance that presented itself. She would never come down from the sky again for a long time. I will have to hold in my need to talk to her.
How could I get her attention? How would I let her know that I was looking for her.
I pined over my lost moment for a fine passing of time. I lashed out acting on this anger by taking a large amount of her from her creatures. Particularly, the ones that walked upon two legs.
I hoped something would get her attention. Anything.
It turned over for me when I began to feel a calling. Something began to tell me that I was wanted. My nothingness was finally being appreciated. Her creatures began to take the pieces of her out of themselves on their own.
This has never happened before. Not to the degree or extent that it was happening. All over the land, her creatures that walked upon two legs had begun to look and reach on to me, Death.
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When We Meet
RomanceThrough the oceans, and in the sky, Swims a mermaid, way up high, Her hair and fins light up the night, A first fresh breath, through her lit eyes, But on to land, she can never come, As land's forbidden for the special one, For beneath the eart...
