A Twisted Fate

He was just a bashful, yet perplexing boy. Every night he would watch the stars, questioning life as he knew it- a cesspool infected with a concoction containing shards of a broken soul mixed with the agonizing screams of the demons in his head. He waited for his shooting star, the chance to permanently rid himself of the oblivion that lingered behind his trail of bloody tears. Though his strength was degenerating day after wretched day, he found a way to persevere along his unlit path. Crippling homosexuality and a desperate longing to assuage his cravings for a soul to match one as broken as his was just enough motivation to keep searching for that star. He waited. And he waited. But the star never came- so he began to lose hope in his little shooting star.

She was just a luminescent, yet blackened girl. Every day, as she feared falling into a sea of despair, she still found the strength to escape an endless whirlpool attempting to crush her with the overbearing pressure of the memories she wished she had left behind. Though her courage was powerful enough to move mountains, she still longed for the day when the souls in her hands stopped forcing her to take the pain from her wrists. She thought of herself as a broken mirror; all of the jagged shards that detached from her grew into the missing fragments of the incomplete so reflections nearest her. Despite many of whom she trusted using her as a twisted conversation piece, her beauty radiated through her in the same way a diamond refracts a beam of sunlight in a darkened room. She felt empty- unknowing of who she truly was, she waited for that spirit to come and fill her with the reality of herself.

People often say to look for something in the place where nobody would expect it to be, and it’s true. It was a Tuesday. After searching for my little shooting star for so long, dealing with the agonizing pain of longing and despair, I saw it in her eyes. And just as her hands were about to take a piece of her she would lose to the world forever, she saw me as the spirit that would save her from herself.

Together, we had only ever viewed the world through a pair of fractured lenses, maliced with cracks of hatred and sadness. But from the depths of a sea of broken memories and a cesspool of depression arose a bond that has yet to be broken. I saw the sparkle in her eyes that she had only perceived as a flaw, and although she only saw herself as horrid, I only saw her as dazzling. She made me feel like the sun was something I could hold in my hands, and I made her feel like she was a complete, impeccable masterpiece- yet to be discovered by the wandering critic who just had to have her. Together, we have experienced moments higher than the clouds we soar in, and lived through the unfortunate temptation to take a life from this earth. Life has it’s up’s and down’s, and as long as you have that one person to experience the ride with you, everything will be ok.