Aug. 30th, 2011

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She stood by the window in her tower as the clouds gathered, the wind slow and warm. She wasn't even a dot in the landscape if you'd been looking in, but she saw him.

Through the lens, she could see the boy she knew too well and not at all. He sat alone in the field of yellowed grass with the first stars overhead, the dark shapes of trees in the distance, blending into shadowy towers.

He sat alone as if he'd always been alone, alone in a way no amount of company could quite breach. He didn't stare at the castle far up ahead, nor above him at the stars-- he looked down at the gently swaying grass, rolling a single blade between his fingers.

She thought she knew what he saw; how he felt. Content, almost, with the quiet. So alone the trees seemed to whisper their secrets in the echoing spaces, ones he thought his best friend might have understood. But the weight of the world didn't seem so heavy with the evening wind dancing through the field, and the familiar stars were still there, reminding him of that first childhood moment when the wonder had first claimed him.

She loved him so much it hurt, felt like an empty gaping space in her chest, but she couldn't quite gather herself up enough to go out and meet him, kneel beside him and ruffle his hair. He seemed to complete, sitting there with his arms around his knees, the wind dragging his hood up to rustle behind his head.

The words left her mouth before she could stop them, and then there they were, floating through her window: "I'm with you."

January 2012

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