She was alone when I came in the night, she is me and I am her. Together, we are one, but only for a time. The blossoming fields did not bloom like in the spring, they were rowdy and full of life. There, our paths crossed, and through my eyes was a world she only saw on screen. I wrangled her wild mind like the wind humbled the sailor. She huffed and puffed, hoping I would see the fangs and save her the trouble of cleaning the blood off her wounded lips. Whenever I was gentle and transparent, she would strut out of the darkness with a smile as wide as a rainbow. She is me and I am her.
It is not long now, as I aim to leave the same way I came, except this time I know they exist – the soul. She is me and I am her. When I am her, I am from another world; when she is me, she is from this world. Perhaps in the soul, we are always together. Perhaps someday, she too will come to me.
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