[ WP ] Flowers grew where she walked , only to be burned away in the footsteps of him who followed .

It was a cruel thing when you love someone you can never be with. It tears you apart when you can see their hair blow in the wind, or their skin shine under the light of the sun. When they smile it damn near breaks your heart. Instead of filling your arms with them, you instead imagine how soft their skin would be to the touch. How silky their hair would feel between your fingers as you caressed the light strands. You imagine what it would be like to kiss them. 
 For me, I imagined that when I kissed the man I loved, it would be like fireworks. He would take my breath away and breathe life into me all at once. His skin would be warm and his embrace would be comforting, like a blanket I would never want to leave. However, I knew that we could never meet. Not the way I wanted to. He was dark, he was sadness, he was death. And I was the opposite. My eternal struggle was sending him gift after gift, and we would watch as they slowly made their way over to him. He would keep them forever, but only because they died at his touch. Not that it was his fault, it was the way things were meant to be. I send him life, and he brings them the sweet release of death when they are ready. 
 
 I watch him one day, in the beginning. I sent him a horse as a gift. I was talented and strong and live a fulfilling life until it was ready to be accepted. Yet he refused. At first I was upset, for he denied a gift I spent great care in creating. I soon realized he did n't want to see it's life end so quickly, so easily. He refrained from touching it for a short year, until he noticed what his denial had done to the poor animal. It walked with pain, it's head hung low. It was tired but could not yet escape the pain. My love quickly realized that if he truly loved my gifts, he had to take them when they were ready. Sometimes he would take them too early, eager to accept another token of my love. I did n't mind. He made me laugh without ever speaking a word. I showed him love by sending it in forms of life, he showed his love by accepting them and bringing the relief of death. 
 Sometimes I could see the sorrow in his eyes and my heart hurt. He did n't want to bring nothing but death and destruction, we wanted only to love. Nature was cruel this way, forcing a task that was too heavy to bare on one persons shoulders. With a sudden bravery I stopped sending gifts which confused him. Anger burned in his eyes for he thought I stopped loving him. When he turned his back to me I walked up behind him, knowing it would be the first and only time we would meet. 
 As soon as he turned around, feeling a presence, I grabbed his face and forced his lips to meet mine. Immediately he grabbed me and pulled me closer, and I was right. Kissing him was like static electricity. It was demanding but kind and soft. It was only when he realized what was happening that he broke away. I gave my life for a chance to hold him and kiss him, only he did n't know my sacrifice at first. The scream of agony echoed in my ears as I slipped away. I would say he took my breath away but that's not true, I freely gave him the breath of life that he longed for. Then darkness took over me and I knew the sweet release that all my creations knew. 
 I was confused when I opened my eyes once more, seeing the world I left behind. It was impossible and yet it was there. I slowly rose to my feet but it was different than I remember. I felt heavier, vacant and numb. I walked over to a tree and leaned against it but it rotted under my touch and then fell to the earth with a loud crack. An old stag came and touched my back with its nose, trying to get my attention. I hugged it's neck and felt the life drain out of it as we both slowly collapsed to the ground. It filled me for just a moment. I was complete and could feel the love of something, before it vanished and once again I was numb. 
 
 I looked up, wondering how I had taken on the roll of death and wondering where my love had gone. Then I saw him, he was kneeling beside a mother rabbit, gifting her with kits. He glanced up and smiled. He was light, blinding in his glow of life and I now say what he used to see in me. We were perfect for each other even though we could never be. I then felt sorrow, for I knew the could truth that I would be his destruction and we would always fall in this never ending cycle. Again I say it is cruel to fall in love with someone you could never truly have.
