Fairytale

Once upon a time their was a boy named Ruinsfall and a girl named Drifter. He lived in Arizona and she was from nowhere, Utah. Their worlds were separate and beyond their knowledge. One fateful day they met in a secret meeting place, and their worlds came crashing together. They spoke through fingers and voices. His words intrigued her, and he called her amazing. He dedicated words and heart to her and she gave him the most precious treasure she possessed, her love. Day and night they spoke, every moment wanting to hear the other. Thoughts and dreams followed them both. He was beautiful to her, though she had never seen his face, she did not need see him to know he was beautiful. Words were said and love bloomed. As stars shone in the night sky they would look upon them at the same instant, he in his world and she in hers. For a moment, a fleeting second they were together. They saw the same sky. One day Drifter spoke to Ruinsfall with love in her fingers, and as always she waited for his reply but it did not arrive. So she waited, minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, and month after month. His reply did not come. She allowed her fingers to reach out to him once again, but still no reply from her seeming hero. She waited longer, lifetime after lifetime. Nothing. She said to herself
" What have I done? What have I said that I should not have said? What have I thought that I should not have thought? What have I hoped that I should not have hoped? " After ages of agony she tried one last time to catch his attention. Never a word came back to comfort her. How she was deceived by this voice in the dark promising love and life! How bitterly he threw her love away! She wept from hurt, from pain, from emptiness.

You may ask what became of Drifter. After her heart was ripped to pieces. After all this anguish she still waits. Deep down inside of her, in the shadow of her disappointment and sorrow, there lies a small hope, a glimmer of possibility. Maybe, just maybe, someday her Ruinsfall will return to her. His voice cutting through her night, ending her torment. So she waits, gazing at the stars, clinging to hope. What will become of her? Only time will tell. The End.