The flowers in the field grew to be much larger than originally intended, this was because this field was filled with love. Two people lived on this grassy knoll in the middle of a beautiful mountain range. Nearby a creek rumbled by with only slight noises came from it when the water took a strange angle into the polished stones underneath. Only two people resided in such a place. Their love caused the life around them to seem brighter and even more lively, the trees seemed to dance along with the music that came from them, the wind seemed to 'sigh' as it fluttered across the pages of the text that they wrote, the grass seemed to shimmer each time a kiss was shared. They both knew that this was what they wanted. They both had the idea in their minds that this was their future, eternal bliss. Yet fate had another idea. One day a storm came through, one that tore at the couple from every direction, it cut at the trees, it angered the wind, it made the grass duck and weave to escape the wrath of the storm. Even through all of this, the couple held on to one another, not letting the outside world dictate their lives. They held each other close, fitting into each-others arms and bodys like that was their place to be, like a lost puzzle piece found its match in the scary outside world. They let the storm pass. When they looked up, they were wrought with grief. The world that they created, the one grown form love was torn apart. Their trees were gone, the wind was dead, and the grass shriveled and died away, The river was dry and cracked. They looked at each other and kissed, they knew that with their work the world that they had created before could come back. So they started to walk hand in hand to begin the work. But, unknown the them, this was the eyes of the storm. Only a calm respite from what had just passed through. They looked together at the howling wind that drew closer with each passing moment. their hands tightened together and they walked in to brave the storm once again, knowing that the end of it was near. They did not expect the power of the storm though. The hatred of it seemed to tear way at their physical being. He looked to her, and she to him. He knew that they would not survive yet he held on. She held tighter than he did. Then blackness. He awoke in the middle of the dead field. His feet trodded on the dead crunching grass that once shimmered with the kiss, over the fallen trees that danced to their songs. He could not even feel the wind that once 'sighed' at their stories. Yet through his tear filled eyes he could not find her, his love, his life, his reason for being. She was nowhere to be found, the only thing from her that he had was the memories of their touches, their kisses, their shared laughs. Weeks later, through aimless wandering he found a place to stay. A small grass circle, the trees around seemed sad, the wind was lacking strength and the grass had no luster. He stayed in this lonely circle for longer than time could tell. The memories and emotions that he had fed his circle. It was brighter than before but it paled in comparison to the brilliance that his old home with her. His trees merely swayed when he sang, his wind barely showed its rushing feeling and the grass never shimmered. He longed for something to share himself with, he longed for a reason to belong. He could find none without her. His belonging was for her. He stood and told himself that he must find her. He must go in search for the one that he would die for. He bounded into the dark, unknown woods around him, braving whatever he ran into, be it the negative thoughts of suicide and depression, or the taunts and cries of the evil sprites among the darkness. He broke out into a large field, its flowers grew large, its trees tall and luscious, its wind soft and sighing, its grass long and vivid. He looked into the distance to see his love, his life, is better half standing there. Yet, before he could take his first excited step, he sees another. His smile fades, he drops to his knees and clutches his dying heart. There she was, beautiful as ever, kissing another man. The grass flashed brightly as their kiss commenced. He averted his eyes and stood. He contemplated turning and calling to her, he thought about how he would hold her close and kiss her rose petal lips. Then he though about the field. It seemed to be more lively, it seemed to be full of an energy his never had when they shared it together. He then turned his back the the couple in the dancing glade and began to walk back into the unknown woods surrounding the glade. Until he heard it. The sound was a mix of the purr of a cat, the clarity of a bell, the sweet sound of a humming bird as it flies past. It brushed his ears like a butterfly's wings, it tugged at his heart and raised it up in joy.She had called his name. He turned to see her walking towards him with her smile across her lips, her rose petal lips. His heart lifted like he was back in his old home, before the storm, his love for her fuller than ever before. He walked to her and tried to hold her close. She stepped back. His heart as high as it was went into free-fall as she described to him that she had found another that she could be closer to. He smiled slightly remembering how much he cared. He realized that no matter where she was, as long as he knew she was happy, he would be content. This did not stop his heart from hitting the ground. This did not stem the flow of his tears. She offered to let him stay in the field with them. He was torn with the choice of leaving and hurting himself and leaving them happy or in staying and trying to win her heart back. He took the selfish route, he stated and hoped he could win her heart and return to how things were. Yet he knew, deep in his shattered heart, that this would not work. Throughout the years he tried and tried to win her back but all he got in return was a hug and a glance now and again from her. He resented the other man, he HATED the other man. Soon a storm brewed over his head, full of ugly thoughts and horrible acts. He always hit the cloud behind his back whenever they talked as to not alarm her. Yet the cloud grew and soon became impossible to hide. His love for her was still in him, his soul knew that he would always love her but he knew in his mind that it was torture to stay, he knew the only way for her to stay happy was for him to leave, and so he did, he left the glade and walked into the darkness that surrounded the glade, in search of his old small circle. He brought his cloud with him, the darkness multiplied his brooding thoughts. He lost himself, and now he writes. Trying to open his cloud to display his feelings to others so that he could get rid of them, so that he could break his cloud into more manageable pieces. We'll see how that works...
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