[ WP ] The reason she never called you back was because she was abducted by an alien civilization . She adapted , grew , and lead a rebellion to overthrow the tyrant that ruled there . Today she just texted that she wants to go out again .

It has been one year since that night. 
 
 The stars had seemed to skip across the sky as we went about our merry lives, drinking and feasting on earthly delights, with young eyes flirtaciously dancing across both a pub table and drunken shouts alike. You had been beautiful. 
 
 Our friends had slowly drifted off, leaving just the two of us to sip our drinks furtively and claw at conversation. I held your hand as I walked you home, and the taste of the cheap sugary alcohol on your lips blasted through me as I leaned in for a goodbye kiss. 
 
 I remember you then, full of vigour and the beauty of your youth. Passionate and wonderful the kiss lead to coffee, which lead to the night I remember in my dreams. 
 
 I left early the next day for work, your face was a watercolour of sunlight as I scratched my mobile number into the paper, and left it beside you. You stirred with a smile as I planted one last kiss upon your forehead. 
 
 I waited for weeks, but the phone never rang, and the message never got delivered. I walked back to your flat but only saw darkened curtains and an empty hallway. Perhaps it was just a chance encounter of two minds alike in the same place and time, I had n't wanted to be too eager, and over time my memory dimmed. 
 
 Imagine my surprise one year on to get a text from a strange number, only to discover it's you. Despite how long it's been my heart fluttered in anticipation, as we agreed to meet. 
 
 You hold yourself differently now. There is a weathered strength in you I could n't see before, and as you talked of planets and aliens, of rebellions and distant rulers my heart lurches out of orbit, plummeting into regret. I want to help you, but I know I ca n't. Despite myself though I listen, and hope to see through the madness you speak. 
 
 You tell of the first few days you returned, the emotional reawakening of your family ties, and wanting to continue with your old life, including a phone number from a night in times past. 
 
 You show me artifacts and letters, strange devices and armour from wars fought in the darkness of space. The dawning realisation that I believed you was both petrifying and exhilerating. We talked again, two minds alike in the same place and time, and the end result was as beautiful as it was before. 
 
 I awoke first, and the curiosity burned inside. I planted a kiss on your forehead as I walk across to your collection, to gaze at your other life. 
 
 It was a small thing, but I should n't have touched it. A device, cylindrical, no more than a centimetre in diameter, attached to the armour glistening with artfacts out of imagination. I prodded it like a caveman with a fire, and it leapt up and burnt my hand. 
 
 It speaks to me now, it controls me. It is from him. He whose intergalatic empire was brought crushing down by one lonely woman. 
 
 I see you now, as I sit outside my own mind. The pillow resting firmly over your mouth as I watch the starlight glisten in your tears, as I watch the light dim from inside you. 
 
 I want to help you, but I know I ca n't.
