The Tale of The Girl Who Survived The Draught

the song for the tale: Je Te Laisserai de Mots - Patrick Watson

He was the epitome of her dreams that won't come true. Such altruism and gentleness, he has a whole fountain behind his eyes, the depth of the ocean in his soul. She longs for him to take her in, to float and dive with her, filling all the rooms of her lungs with the waters and all that he is. He was another entire universe she longs to get lost in, yet also one forbidden for her. He was a heaven in which a tainted human like her shall not enter. And she grieved for she knows no other beauty like it.

Then came the great divide in which she learned the meaning of mortality. Like clouds, people come and go, he said. An ocean who stares at the sky in awe all day must have that imprinted in mind, and she died of heat; of draught; of thirst. To God, she sang, why of everyone ... to me, you brought the beauty of the sea. Why were those things she seeks settles in him she cannot touch, kiss, and embrace?

Like the clouds, indeed, he came and go. Je t'aime was the goodbye she couldn't say.

So she took out a penknife and onto her heart she carved:

people

leave

They all leave, nothing stays forever. They can come today and disappear the next second. Like the wind, coming in when naught surrounds her, blowing away as soon as the moment is up.

And it never felt more freeing ever since.

Because everytime somebody's gone, she smiles with the salty tears on her lips, whispering,

I knew it all along.

and even when it hurts, it was at least what she foresaw.