Way Ward

The Kite And The Storm

I'm going to tell you a love story.
Some stories are not meant to be happy,
And this is one of those sad stories.
There's still time;
Turn back now.
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You didn't ?
Proceed then.
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There was a kite.
Full of love and hope and life.
Sure ! Her strings held her back.
But she used to fly and soar through the skies.
She was full of light.
Until the dark clouds rolled in.
She met a storm...
And she fell in love with him.
The storm cut her strings and she flew with his wild and carefree winds.
She knew he could only bring her pain and grief and destruction.
But she still chose to stay with him.
The storm didn't want to fall in love with her.
But he loved her too.
They were almost happy together.
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But the winds of the storm were too strong for the kite.
His winds tore through her paper skin.
She fell down...
But before she had fallen,
She had flown her highest.
The storm, in her grief, died down.
A deadly calm blanketed the earth.
The nature wept for a love doomed to be ruined.
But, so pure was their love, that even now...
A kite flies the best when the storm blows.
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I told you this story didn't have a happy ending.
That it's end was sad.
You should've turned your back.
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Stories like this, won't make you cry.
They will make your heart ache for a love that can never be.
They will just show you that to love is to destroy.