[ CW ] Write an inspiring 200 word ( or less ) story .

I opened my eyes. She closed hers. That is, they were still closed. They've always been closed. The statue had never moved, not while I was watching it, but sometimes I felt that maybe, when my eyes were closed and the faded stone was at one with forest that was slowly encroaching upon its home; maybe it was alive. Maybe it knew it was alone, forgotten by all but I. Maybe it breathed, liked the trees and the vines that had it cornered here. Maybe it thought, maybe it felt. And in the dark of my closed eyes I could see it move, see it reach down to me and help me. But when I opened them her eyes were still shut tight, staring at me. No, I thought, she could not move but perhaps I could. I was not made of stone, and while the trees and the vines and the very essence of the forest was trying to swallow me I was not tethered into this place as the statue was. I was alive, and my place was not dying in these ruins. I lifted myself slowly onto one good leg, the other ruined by a collapsing cave, and started walking.
