Her

A Story by Cierra

Oh, what misery could the face before me keep hidden? Her serene emerald green doe eyes seem to easily fool everyone in the world, at least everyone except for me. Yes, I can see the agony in those charming long lashed eyes. What could possibly be troubling such an alluring damsel? She elegantly tosses back her divinely long amber hair as though she does not have a care in the world. Yet another illusion. Oh, what stresses you beautiful? For a split second her disguise falters, but in that split second my entire world slows down and I take in her beauty. I see her full plump lips quiver; her dark lashes moisten as she bats them fiercely to keep back the tears. I stare at her weakening, how I wish to stop the mental torture this stunning creature is going through. She wasn’t always so emotionally vulnerable; I remember when she was carelessly happy. I miss that girl who would smile for no reason, but I feel as though I may never see her again. This thought terribly torments my heart, she is gone forever and all I could do was helplessly watch her leave. Now am I left to witness the broken soul of someone I love dearly. It is my constant, endless torture, my personified hell. I desperately yearn to ask her how her outlook on life was destroyed, but I refrain from doing so. How could I, the person who watched her drown in her sorrows, dare ask? But as I stare at that lovely face suffering, I am compelled to save her. I need to know. I have to ask. My heart beat quickens as I think of what to say. I look up one last time before approaching her, she locks her princess gaze on me, daring me to say something, anything at all. I finally work up the courage to speak, “why are you in such despair beautiful girl?”

At first she responds with an almost inaudible giggle, which soon turns into uncontrollable laughter. I fear she has gone completely insane. In between the hysteria she manages to whisper “It’s a cruel world isn’t it?” She pauses and looks me dead in my eyes and asks, “Do you believe in love?”

“Yes” I say without hesitation.

“Then you are a fool” She smiles wickedly, “Do you believe someone loves you?”

“Yes” I respond immediately.

“Then you are a fool whom will die with a broken heart.”

“But why” I plead with her, “How could you say such a thing, you used to love. You used to be happy, what has agonized you to the point where you would say these heartless words”.

My princess replies, “I was never truly happy, I was simply ignorant, an innocent child brought up to believe in fairy tales. Tell me how you could be so selfishly joyful, when the human race values money before love, when people prefer lies rather than honesty.” She looks down as if she could no longer look me in the face. I think she is done talking but then she turns to me with an abhorrent glare, tears now streaming down her face. She screams “I have nobody, because I can see the bad in the world and I do not want to ignore it like it doesn’t exist. I do not want to know the callous people whom can lie to someone they ‘love’, and I do not want to know the cruel masses who will worry about wealth before someone else’s well being.” She slides to the floor, she begins to lament, with every violent sob she makes me shudder at the pain caused by the pain of my love for her. She begins to yell at the top of her lungs, “I AM ALONE IN THIS WORLD, I AM ALONE, I AM ALONE. NOBODY UNDERSTANDS. I WILL NEVER LEARN TO LOVE ANYONE BECAUSE I BELIEVE IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR THEM TO LOVE ME BACK. I WILL LIVE A LIFE OF SOLITUDE!”

I turn away from my reflection in the mirror. I grab a tissue from my dresser and dry my eyes But I do understand I am the only person in the world who does. Because I am her, I am in love with her because I fathom her mind, and I am the only person who ever will. Yes, we will be alone. Maybe in this life and the next. And I am okay with that, because I know this immense anguish is derived from her vast heart.