Wordlessly she came to him. He did not try to resist her touch on his cheek with her lips and he did not dry her eyes when they wept at him, pools forming in the dimples of her cheeks, clear, blue rivers leading to the sea.
He stared at that flawless face, pink rosebud lips and black, black hair, flowing down her back like an ebony waterfall. She was clothed in white and her skin was a rich golden, glowing through the flimsy fabric of her dress. Every feature stood out and it pained him to look at her because he knew she was utter perfection that could not be his. Yet he could not take his gaze away from the blue eyes that stabbed his heart time and time again.
He longed to speak to her, to tell her that he loved her, but it would make no difference. He wanted to chain her down, because he knew that he’d never be happy to let her run free for she would run free without him, and he wanted to share every second. She was like sand, and as much as he tried to imprint himself upon her, the sea of her tears always washed him away and when he tried to hold her, she slipped through his fingers and fell back to whence she came.
He could not even speak her name. He opened his mouth, and he raised his hand to hold her elbow, questioning her to stay.
He knew that she loved him; she had told him that she did with a brush of her kiss against his earlobe as she leaned in close and quietly murmured. But he also knew that she didn’t love him enough. She loved the world more - to walk bare-footed through the grass, feeling it grow beneath her feet, to let the wind tease her hair into a tangle, and slap her with its harsh force, to let the rain fall on her skin and make her feel renewed.
He gently pushed her away as she tried to unbutton his trousers, and although he heard her scream at him to stay, he kept on walking. Suddenly she became a Medusa to him, and he couldn’t look in her face for fear that he’d turn to stone. He saw that he was foolish, that all her perfection lay in her beauty, for that she was cruel inside. Cruel because she couldn’t love him like he wanted her to, cruel because she would never love him like he wanted her to, even if she could.
His love was wasted, but he pushed it away, as he had pushed her away physically, and so they both melted into the back of his mind.
And then he was free, for he saw that she was the one who was trapped.