He was young and foolish. The wind tore at his back and nothing moved. He was gorgeous. He was decadence, lighting and maleness and fire and wind. He was everything I was not.
She was loyal and free. She was good. Evil never touched her. Well, maybe it did. She watched from a distance at his long mane, his sexy gait, and his debonair.
The moon hung in the background like nothing was wrong. Moments were not deciding destinies. Fates were not playing with them.
The sun had set a long time ago…too long in fact. Midnight was approaching and still he stared.
“I love you” he said.
With wide eyes she moved forward and answered “I don’t”
With a touch to his face and dark eyes she left.
Heart broken and angry he walked away from the spot that held so much misery for him. It was not his first attempt. For years now he had been trying to find his perfect mate. His other half or soul mate. It was not to be. The moirae were ever watchful of humans and nothing lived for long. He had lived too long.
With sad eyes he turned the corner to find the girl of his dreams. Or so he thought. Two hours later as they talked he said “I love you”…the girl laughed, stood up and left.
It was no use. They all left. It wasn’t his fault he was desperate. Anything other that what lay ahead and he wouldn’t do it. But his destiny couldn’t be to live forever broken. |
