Heaven sparkled. I never appreciated just how much it glistened and tinkled with joy, love and prayer, not until I left it, anyway. I sat shining in love’s golden embrace with the others for aeons, though, to me, it was but the blinking of an eye. Then I made the life-altering decision to look down. I don’t know why, I just did. I saw her, and everything changed.
She sat on a rock in the glow of the moon, a creature of silver light and mercury tears. It broke my heart that sight; the crack can still be heard in storms.
They say one always has a choice, but it isn’t true. I could no more remain apart from her than I could my own soul. Right there and then I asked if He would bring her to us. He wouldn’t. I rebelled. The rest is history.
Expelled, I tumbled to Earth never once looking away from her. She was my silver beacon in a torrent of angel’s tears. I knew that when she saw me, she’d feel the same way. Again, I was wrong, as I have been so many times.
You see, mortality is a precious gift and remaining alive is its most salient detail. When my moonlit beauty saw a ghost drift towards her, arms out, eyes shrouded, Death in my shadowed wake looking to reap the soul that He had sent him, she ran, and I, like a horse in a bog or a lion in a cage, just couldn’t catch her.
Thus it was I wandered in search of a home, Doomed and alone. The Hollows was that sanctuary and there I stayed with other sad souls who refused to leave without seeing their beloveds one more time.
My story might have ended there evading Death and weeping to the moon, but as you’ve probably guessed, it didn’t. How could it? She was still out there, and I would find her.
To Be Continued.