She stood on the leap of faith, simply waiting, but smiling and glancing  at everyone, back straight and eyes open wide. Eye contact was important to her, a good hawk stare was key, because it unlocked her. 

She was like a snake with her glowing eyes under the darkest of opaque nights. She was like a swan, reaching the sky, and grabbing the clouds that only she could take. She was like a chameleon, blending in with others, appearing like the ordinary female, but my eyes never fooled me, she was as clear as dawn, spanning from the horizon and back. She was like a dog; loyal, compassionate, kind, caring and intuitive, the formula for eminence, but the trigger of my dynamite. She was also a mouse, bullied by everyone because of her unique lifestyle and perception over the world. Therefore, she was always lonely, as no one saw her true self, no one saw her rainbow of personality, the only colours they chose to see were the white and the black. Little did they know that all art reach beyond our comprehension, just like her.

 She stood for what’s right and ran for what’s left - to do - for she was the amazing person she was. I never knew someone could be as fascinating to the naked eye as her.

I was aghast every time she entered my sector, beaming onto my radar as big as a whale, with shoulders wide, fingers fidgeting and she’d be seen from miles away with her saccharine face. All I could do was disappear off her radar, because she was miles ahead on an endless journey that I wasn’t proficient enough to join yet. She wanted the impossible, inconceivable, immeasurable, things I wasn’t able to give even if I surrendered my soul, for her bay was already closing and her flowers were wilting over her continued descent into tyranny and despair. She had helped everyone, day by day, night by night, there was something tremendously ambitious and determining about her.

If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.

I spent countless aeons with one objective; help her. I made the invisible visible and pushed all I had to open her eyes once more, hoping that she would see how important she was to me, us, every ungrateful soul she’d helped, now it was our turn to help her. 

She refused and started working even harder than before, to the point where she snapped like a stick, which wasn’t like her.

Promptly, there was something skewed about her.

Soon, she’d left, leaving my world exposed to the storms, the quakes, the despair and the aches she’d left behind for me. A world that used to be infinite in size and of even more beauty than a billion Macaws thanks to her, had now imploded into itself like the Roman Empire, with all weaknesses at once bashing down everything I had built up for  her.

My world grew into a never-ending agonising cataclysm, the world was taking a toll on me as a person and my friends, their friends and their friends too until the point where everybody left and I was the only element left standing. She was our phantom of the Oprah, we became tumultuous without her.

She was the key to my world and I was her doormat, sogging up the dirt of her attention. Though I always wanted to be like a synonym of her, I was rather like an antonym of her.

Anon, the wounds cut deeper and deeper into my heart until it fractured into a thousand meaningless parts, while I became disemboweled by the infinite emotions that I couldn’t suppress anymore. My world became ruins, an empty shell of disaster and deceased citizens from the terror that she wouldn't protect us from anymore. There was nothing I could do; I wasn’t strong, omnipotent, determined or tenacious, like her.

The last thing I remember seeing before my departure is her hazel hair, enchanted eyes, loving lips, flower frame and her tenderness tears. In front of me she stood, back straight, shoulders wide, eyes open and with a loving smile, which is exactly as I remember her.