a short story
she sat by the water, her feet dangling down above the daunting river. it has been nearly a year since she knew things weren't going to change, and she wasn't entirely wrong. the wildflowers still smelled nice, it still rained, and the sun still shone. but there was remorse in her eyes, a regret for something that had occurred or for something that never would. she was sitting on the riverbank, enjoying the nature, taking a minute to close her eyes and to breathe in the crisp air for a moment. she trembled at a light tap on her shoulder.
she turned to face someone who had become a faded shadow in the back of her mind. he looked just as she imagined him to, and his unforgettable fragrance would have driven her crazy if it weren't for his presence. in his eyes, she was more beautiful than he'd imagined. a part of him regretted ousting her, knowing her genuine nature. but he had to break her heart once more, he knew she would never deserve her divinity. she opened her mouth to speak but he put a finger upon her lips as to hush her and to let them enjoy the mere presence of one another in the solitude of some power like nature. quickly pulling his finger away, he was morally devastated, knowing that his fingers may never graze her lips again. her eyes were fiery, full of passion, anger and an unmistakable love. not a drop of hatred was going to poison her heart, but he knew he was not capable of repairing the damage he'd done already. neither could he repent for his sins, forsaking the purity in the love of a goddess as her.
"you know what my sole question is. it burns in my chest and it agonizes my soul. relieve me of this torture and answer me." he spoke slowly -- her eyes welling up with tears and her voice quivering bu keeping intact her strict stare into his eyes. "why?" she resisted her urges to hold his face in her hands, afraid he might hate her for having a right to do so, despite never belonging completely to her. her lips longed the touch of his fingers once more, and she waited, lowering her gaze onto her hands in her lap.
to her disbelief, a tear escaped his eyes and he spoke. "it was not love that made me blind to forsake you, and no force in the world can mend the shards that i've shattered your dreams into. but love will mend, and you will love again."
she shook her head violently and now attached herself to his chest. he could not bear to know what he was bound to do and he tore her away, pressing his forehead against hers, holding up her now frail shape.
between them, the sun began to set, and the brilliant hues of orange and red flooded the sky. before she could say anything, he spoke.
"even the skies and the earth know the illusion they create, union at a facade of a horizon -- they satisfy themselves with being so seemingly close, where they meet they never touch, leaving the clouds and grass longing to envelope in an embrace."
she looked into his eyes, now tired and worn.
"if the sun and earth never truly meet, then neither do human hearts, remaining in chests, beating for another's name."
"but if the sun comes too near, the earth will set ablaze." and with this, he planted a chaste kiss on her forehead, leaving her skin burning in flames of distress.
the blood would pour from his mouth and the wind from his lungs would blow out. and he would lay in the arms of a goddess, seeking his salvation.