No Words

The girl lived for love–the girl in the light.

She was the creator of many things, of rhymes and songs. She also made up stories…many, many stories. She would read the words out loud, perfecting them, smiling with satisfaction. She knew that by taking her words, molding them and placing them perfectly…she could control anyone’s destiny. She did this because the girl was not in control of her own life, and the words…the words, were all she had left.

She had lost him to the words…in the words. She knew this now. She forced him away with her rhymes and her songs, but the melody was not sweet, nor was the story a happy one. He had come and left through words…something that they both held dear to them.

He was also a creator, and the girl thought that it was to be him, that would understand her best. She wanted them to tell their story together. It would be a most romantic tale, thought the girl. But everything she uttered was black and full of pain…none of her words would obey her; and soon, they became her enemies.

She whispered to herself a most sorrowful song, “Maybe if I tell him, he would sing along…” But her words just jumbled and he couldn’t understand… “I cry…” she would hum. “I will whisper his name.”

But the rain kept on falling, and the sky grew dark…and only a single ray of light remained.

Through the haze of her despair, the girl saw him. She knew that he still created through words, and wanted to join in, if only for a moment. She grew sad for that moment.

She stood so close to him now, she could almost touch him, but she could not enter here, for there was a wall he had built up, made from many tales that made the girl ache inside. Nor would he would not look at her, he had built his story from inside…it was a story about another girl, a girl that lived with him inside of his wall.

 He was untouchable, this the girl knew.

He, the most kindred of souls, her soul mate of words, was now lost to her, forever. So, she wept because she could not make him understand, her words defied her, and all that was left was silence. The black wall of words loomed over her, and the girl looked inside, past the painful stories he weaved, to the girl that stood by his side.

 She was black like soot, covered in hatful words, staring at the girl with the most sinister of stares. And the man kept weaving, the story of his life, the story that held the soot covered girl beside him. The weaving went on and on….

The girl saw their life within that wall, not full of song and words, but built up with confusion and fog. The man was trapped, only, he did not know this. All he had left were his words, and the more he weaved, the thicker the wall became. She had lost him because of the hateful word-covered girl. Her song of lies, brought him to her..and the wall, was all that remained.

The girl’s lips were dry and cracked, and her eyes cried with the tears of a thousand goodbyes, as she looked past the wall, to the man and woman that stood inside. The wall was far too thick now to bring him back to her; and the girl inside, the girl of darkness and hate, trapped him within her story of lies, until finally, they vanished.

He was gone now, and all that was left, were the tears of the girl in the light.

She had lost her song, to the pain; and had lost him, to the words of another.