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I don’t know if this is going to work.
But I miss her. Stolen from me, at such a young age.
“There is a room. Half stark, blindingly white, the other half, hauntingly pitch black.
I am on both sides of the room. My red side, pared with black. My blue side, pared with white.
As they silently battle with eachother, the colors begin to blend.
And if I die before I wake, persuede the devil, my soul to take.
A swirl, a spiral of grey and purple.
As the purple bleeds into the grey sky surrounding it’s only escape,
The demon awakes.
Blinking, one eye open, his ears twitch, swivling in every direction.
He rises from his slumber, strechting his stiff limbs.
He hasn’t been woken in so very long, it’s almost painful to him…
To be regarded as human again, to be mortal, to be seen.
He does not know what to do with himself.
And as he turns, he begins to understand…”
He understands that the pollution in the flowers killed her,
He sees that the wall around his small word is crumbling,
And he sees that the foundation of his life has been ripped from beneath his feet.
He stumbled across nature, out of his box of a world,
And saw the decaying beauty in the world.
He released his anger, all of his emotions into nature.
He stood in awe and watched as the emotion worked it’s twisted magic, and slowly repaired the beauty in the world.
Through all of this chaos, finally he saw her.
Her face was embedded in tree trunks, leaves, grass, stones, and all things in nature. He could hear her voice whispering as he passed a stream. He saw the colors of her eyes in the sky.
Everywhere he looked, he saw her, felt her, heard her, when the wind blew, he could even taste her on his tongue.
He smiled, for the first time in eons, as he realized he had saved nature for a little longer.
When he finally understood that he was smiling, and that for the first time in his life, he was happy.
The Demon realized, he had fallen in love with Nature, and maybe there was still hope for him.