for you.

[ddrum]

On his knees he fell. They bled as the pavement below him ground deeper and deeper under his skin, but in his head the thought was not strong enough to keep the bones from breaking and drudging into dirt. The dirt was cold and wet and as it crept under his skin, but he knew that nothing could be enough to hurt his heart…his heart was gone and she could only bring it back with her touch, with her kiss. Poison had once plagued his body, but the broken spirit found beauty in a new land and she had been with him for so long. Never doubting, never changing, always glowing in the incandescent aura of her spirit. Poison had diseased his dry lips and in his canteen water was found…water left by her. As the cool, sodden presence came within his body the small being saw his aura turn black and horrid, but she followed him into the desert as he stumbled and vomited into the dark blue sand, and his eyes shot to the barren sky. He screamed at the small presence, the being that had led him into the light, and sent her away. He cursed her with lashing words and his swollen, bloody tongue spat out pain and suffering upon the fairy. For she was beauty and she had always been. She had always been. Before he knew the depth of her emotion, before he could recognize her face…before he knew her name she was there. He struck the essence of beauty down and hit her…over and over again he threw his hands and arms at her. Her bones broke, and her skin bled, but she tried to be with him. By his side she sat until her wounds became severe and she crawled away from him. The tears ran down her face and froze on the sand below to be never seen…always forgotten by the collective, which killed her love so many times before. She was beauty and they had poisoned him. He had become one of the collective and his murder of this essence, this being which had never led him to the darkness and pain, was now dying because of his blindness.
He awoke covered in sand and tore out his eyes with his hands. He left them, with blood sinking into the sand and began to crawl, only crying out her name in desperation. The poison had gone, and all that was left were his bloody knees, on cold hard pavement…and a name. Her name. He knew.
"I'm sorry..." he began, but couldn't ever...