He walked through the corridor,
calling her name with no response.
He felt like he was playing a one sided game
of Marco Polo.
-Shiloh-
~Silence~
-Shiloh-
~Silence~
He came to a most magnificent garden,
That flourished with the most beautiful flowers he had ever
Seen.
Across the way he saw a glorious marble fountain,
And there he saw her sitting on the ledge of the fountain.
He walked up to her,
He could feel a sad aura around her,
It concerned him.
He reached out a hand and touched her shoulder
She became startled then looked upon him.
-Will why are you here?
-I've been looking for you?
-Why?
-I've been so worried, you've not been yourself lately....
He reaches for her,
She pulls away.
-What's the matter with you?!?
-I'm FINE!
He knew she wasn't fine,
He knew something was hurting her
Deep inside her soul,
He could see her heart breaking.
-You're not fine Shiloh,
I can see your soul hurting,
You're heart is breaking right in front of
Me as we speak!
She weeped loudly her head fell,
He could see the river of tears streaming
From her face,
She whispers.....
-You don't care
He looked at her in disbelief,
He couldn't believe what he just heard.
How could she feel he didn't care,
Of course he cared,
Doesn't he?
-How can you say I don't care? That's ridiculous!
He grew angry the more that phrase repeated in his head.
She looked up at him,
Her eyes bloodshot and red,
Sadness was still there.
But he could now see pure hatred and anger flash through her eyes.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
He felt the wind kick up in the flow of her anger.
He stood up,
The wind whipped her hair around in a maddening but angelic way,
