All that Remains

Of Hearts and Touches

When the girl of paper skin and a glass heart, diamond tears and fiery wings met the one with the touch of sand, everything contrasted; the one surrounded by fire, wishing to be dressed in red stared at the one that twirled in blue beach breezes curiously, their worlds having been both uprooted and moved, as was the life of a product of a broken love. They didn't dare touch at first, even kept away from each other for a time, but alas, their young minds yearned to know about the other and the foreign colors they carried with them.

They touched hands. Lilac spilled from every place their skin met, swirling into the most beautiful and perfect mix of violet ranging from warm to cool, both steadfast and serene, the glorious in-between.

They met and they talked and they learned; they caught a glimpse of what life was like to be surrounded in flames, or to be surrounded in water. Opposites. Alike. Different. Same. The two became sisters, through a new found love, binding them together, a promise that was not theirs to make. So they laughed, and they cried, and when the paper girl showed the other her heart, the sandy touch of the sister smoothed the jagged edges made from times past.

It carried on like that, until the time came where the sand had been watered down and turned to oceanic mud. This was the time that the paper-skinned girl needed to give, not just take. She ever so willingly surrendered her diamond tears to this one she loved much, cried for her when the ocean born girl was incapable of doing so, refused her own tears when the warm, sandy touch was cooled far too much by the winds and rain on the storm front. Looked for her when the unending fog rolled in and covered all her features. With sight gone, the girl of blazing wings searched for her sister with only touch, feeling the sand between her toes, smell, to catch the scent of cedar trees, taste, the salt in the air, listen and wait for the sound of silent sobs.

All this was to search for her sister, who fled to her watery retreat, and she still does to this day.